The last twenty years

Now I am giving up my teenage hood in a few days, that I should fill the depths of this blog which a little synopsis of my life.

I was born in a refugee camp on the border of thailand in a place called Ban Aranyaprathet, and for those interested in knowing what the location was like... click on this link: http://www.websitesrcg.com/border/border-camps.html
People often make jokes about me being born in a tent, because I have the tendency to leave the door open ... then gape when they find out it was true. :)

We went to Malaysia afterwards and spent a few years galavanting about there, then immigrated to NZ in late 1988. We stayed in the Mangere Refugee Centre until the folks from Te Atatu Bible Chapel, with our sponsor MR. GOLDING through their refugee program, sponsored us and housed in what has become the Care House. It was nice. I've been going to that church ever since, and that's where I met the love of my life.

I've always grown up in a strange home and rarely experience the feeling of being in the so-called nuclear family. My parents have always had a compassionate heart and would helped those who were in need. They rarely said no to people to ask for it. People needed a place to stay when things went wrong, so our house was always on offer. I think that's where I get my prisoner of conscience stance from.

We settled in Glendene for most of my life and I went to schools in the area, but High School was an utter nightmare. I do value the friends I've made there though. My longest relationship is about 9 years, with a girl I met in third form. We hit it off straight away and did the third form dance together with our awesome acrobatic skills. I think we should a renunion someday.

I was really fit in primary school, and participated in most of the sports ... I especially liked gymnastics and cross-country running. It was the story of the my life. Then when I reached fifth-form, I became quite apathetic towards sport, and didn't even go to Athletics day ... because it wasn't compulsary. I was too weary. It was at that time that my relatives were undergoing serious problems and my cousin had died quite unexpectedly.

I love my childhood though. There are so many stories of people complaining about how they a bad childhood and how it's traumatise their lives, but I've been pretty lucky to have had an awesome childhood. I was also inquistive and there was one time where I had been put down for a project, but because I had pestered the teacher so much about it, she took me out. SADLY :( But still, you keep going on like a machine.

One thing that I particularly like was getting involved in school. I was a councillor in Intermediate and was involved in so many things. I think this is where my love for events management comes from. I love putting on events and making people smile. I was also obsessed with phonetics, and loved the sound of words ... I still do now. You can win me over with a sweet sonnet - originally composed, of course. Hehe.

Then there came the teenage years. I think I have to be one of those teenage tyrants, except without the tyranny. I suppose it came as a shock with the new responsibilities and the whole soul and self-searchingness. I went through this: "I don't think I need to prove anything to anyone phase," of which I am probably still in. But God saved me before I could fall into any deep teenage pits. Thankfully!

and Part II is coming your way tomorrow.
Au revoir