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Wednesday, January 12, 2011, 9:55 PM

Who is Clarence Liu Huihong?!

So, before I begin, as you can see, this is a post about me - kinda like a biography - and this would probably be in a series of post provided that I feel like doing so after today. Perhaps through posting about this I'd know more about myself as I reflect myself, and at the same time allow the readers to know more about me...

Clarence Liu Huihong was born in 1993 on 19th January at 1134 hours, at East Shore Hospital. He weighed 2600gm at birth and was 47 cm at birth; so he was actually rather small. He was quite an interesting infant as he didn't cry like every other infants do, in fact the doctor had to spank him before he "wailed" for the first time. But otherwise, when he was put together with the other babies in the nursery (??), he never really did cry. He was born to the couple Liu Yew Fatt and Tan Siew Hong, who then lived at a recidence in the Bedok region.

Clarence also learnt how to speak and walk at a slightly later time as compared to normal infants of his age, but all in all he was average kid. When he was older, he didn't like to be carried in the arms of his parents nor relatives - he simply loves to walk on his two feet, after learning how to walk. He liked to be alone at times, and reflecting back, he liked hiding underneath the bed, because there was once that his parents couldn't find him anywhere in the house. Later, they finally found under the bed and he was stuck cause he didn't know how to come out. Hilarious. There were occasions that he would actually run to the kitchen to find his mother only to find out later that his mother is in the toilet in master bedroom or something along that line. There was once when he was young, he misplaced his fingers in between the door hinges and when his mother closed the door he cried aloud.

When he was older, he often accompanied his mother to the wet market in the vincinity and the aunties always laughs at his feet for being wide and huge. He extremely liked to watch cartoon and most of the time when he is at home, he would sit on the sofa and watch the TV by himself; one of his favourite TV shows was Power Rangers. Besides watch the TV, he also extremely liked to play with his Lego set, building things out of nothing; he found comfort in doing so as he was living in his own world and it was the time where he can be free to think and free to be as creative as he like. He build small tiny "figures" and tell stories to himself, and no one else really knows what he is doing. He could be enacting a scene where figures were martial arts experts or simply just power rangers. He loved living in his own world and playing Legos even when he was in primary school. By the age of about 5, already started to wear glasses as he was found to have astigmatism. Partly due to spending to much time infront of the TV, and also a genetic problem.

His first day at nusery was epic, simply hilarious and does reflect what kind of person he is or going to become. According to his mother, he was playing toys "with" an Indian girl, just then the girl perhaps took his toy and he decided to snatch it back. The "best part" was that he actually gave the Indian girl a slap and after that he cried. No, the Indian girl didn't even cry after receiving that slap, instead he cried. The Indian girl even went on to comfort him and both her and parents and his parents were called up by the nursery. It was lucky that the Indian girl's parents did not take any action and decided to let things pass, still it was comical.

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