The indian barber that cajoled me, at 4 years of age, into having my first hair cut, ridding me of my first ever phobia...... myearwillgetsnippedophobia.
The chinese trishaw man that patiently took me home on my second day of school, when dad was late in fetching me. From then on, I always believe in seeking alternative solutions.
Wai King and Wai Mun, my primary school classmates who always relegated me to third in class. They taught me to strive to better educate myself.
Peggy. My first crush and my first kiss. We were only 8. I'm still a hopeless romantic until today.
The old school and my contemporaries. I learned independence, camaraderie, courage and respect.
Fek Mawarzi. He told me to never drop the ball.
My Irish economics professor, who had a thick accent. For the life of me, I could never understand what he was saying. It wasn't economics that I learned from him. It was how to be resourceful in getting results.
Ms Wong. My boss who taught me that instincts are never to be ignored.
Mike. My English boss, who believed that I had the talent to go far. He told me to believe in those talents.
Kim(ch)i. She taught me love and despair.
Dad. He allowed me to make my own choices in life....and that I have to be responsible for every choice I make.
Mom. For sheltering me unconditionally.
MMR. Love, faith, devotion, support, strength and care. My true hero for the last 19 years......
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