Family and Tan Ling Wei

I am an ordinary soon to be 20 years old girl from an ordinary family with extraordinary fantasies. My name is tan Ling Wei, but since e genuinelybody is having a difficult time to pronounce Chinese names, I would rather be called as Zoey. Im a Malaysian Chinese, and I was born in a big urban center with big shopping malls Kuala Lumpur. When I was two-year-older, I used to stay in Bentong which is my hometown in Pahang with my parents together with my grandparents. Since my parents were busy earning for a living, my grandparents were my guardians. grandad was my favourite somebody because he was the hotshot who pampered me the most.He would grant what perpetually wish I wished for, tear down if it was the stars in the sky which takes astir(predicate) more than 50,000 years to make the journey. I remembered there was once, my grandpa took me out on a bike to procure me a school bag. I was so young and I did not know how to place my legs on the passenger seat, consequently I put up my foot by getting it trapped in the bicycle wheel. I was crying very loudly on the way home because I couldnt stand the pain and there was a lot of blood. Grandpas face was full with guilt when he saw his high-priced grandchild got hurt. Eventually, the crying stopped after grandpas continuous comforting.The biggest gratitude goes to my mom. Shes not only an ordinary fulltime housewife, but also my dads part time personal assistant. On the other hand, she is the one who travels up and down to s devastation me to university and my brother to school. Well, to put it in a nutshell, she has no time for herself at all. When I was 2 years old, I was admitted into the infirmary and told that I had bronchitis. She was the one who took up the responsibility to take care of me, staying in the ward with me even when she was pregnant with my brother. A mothers grapple is indeed instinctual, unconditional and forever for her child.The closest person when I was young was my dad. He was the one who would patiently read me poems and stories when I was a baby. Whenever he got back from his work, he would snuggle me in his arms and sing me nursery rhymes. But as I age and hit puberty, our relationship drifted apart. I stopped having physical contacts with dad. Perhaps I was shy since I started noticing changes surrounded by females and males. However, the love I had for dad has never changed. Instead of expressing, it lays hidden. Ever hear of love and hate and relationship? Well, thats the relationship I oblige with my 17 years old brother.When we were young, we were like cats and dogs, stiring for toys, practically we fight for all(prenominal)thing even until today. Even so, blood is thicker than water. Whenever we face any problems in bread and butter, we would locker each other, and of course be there for each other. My brother and I comport one thing in common, that is we love playing reckoner games. Whenever theres free time, both of us would spend time playing Blackshot together either as team mates or rival to kill the time. Which girl would ever play computer games? Thats the common question whenever I come across to any of my friends.Well, that would be me. The reason why am I so boyish is because when I was a toddler, I mixed mostly with my cousin brothers. When I ultimately got into a primary school, my friends were all boys, because they were less dramatic. During the recess time, the boys would invite me to the field of operations for football. Overtime, my character died hard and hence the boyishness and clumsiness. I love to read since I started my high school. According to one of my Indian good friend, my English was very bad when I was in form 1. We still laugh most it today whenever she tells the story of me speaking broken English in class.I started immix around with the English educated friends to improve my English. Whenever Ive difficulty mind any English vocabulary, I would reach out to my friends and ask fo r an explanation. Furthermore, I started to build up the interest in reading. In the year 2008, when I was in my form 3, Twilight Saga had become famous as a romance novel about vampire love story. Since then, I started to have crazy fantasies of becoming a vampire as I could be an immortal and that I could keep my youth forever. As silly as I could be, reality is always cruel. No one can ever live as an immortal.Everyones life will come to an end eventually when the time comes. Well, thats my autobiography, a really simple one but of course, theres much more in life that I couldnt express in words here in this essay. I believe nobody is perfect. Everyone has their own flaws, so do I. life is just like a roller coaster with ups and downs. It just boils down to every individual on how they deal with it. Last but not leaset, I would like to end with a favourite quote of mine about life, Life doesnt require that we be the best, only that we try our best. - H. Jackson Brown, younger