CHARITY iN Da Hous3
On the 11th of January 1988, I had to be induced and delivered in a second class maternity ward of PJ’s Assunta Hospital. My mum told me that shortly after i was induced, I started to push my way out so quickly and my mum had to call for the nurse to come quickly. An elderly nurse or most likely a midwife helped my mum in the delivery while waiting for the doctor to arrive. The doctor rushed in at the final stage just intime to complete the delivery process of a seven pound baby girl. Being unprepared for a baby girl my dad took almost the entire week or more to think of a name. Finally I was given a special name Charity Cho Li-Ying. Oh well Charity is a connotation God’s love, My surname Cho is actually Chua in the chinese interpretation. And Li means beautiful while Ying symbolizes the shimmers of the diamond.
My mom taught me reading and writing at age 3. She said at 3 years old i could recite psalm 23 by heart. I had quite interesting pre-school experiences. I said this because ever since i started preschool at age 5 till i completed at age 6, I had been to 3 different kindergardens alltogether. My first kindergarden was Tadika Mayter. I got sick so often in that crowded place, my parents decided to pull me out if there. Next i ended up at Convent Infant Jesus. Located up in the hills we could wear any dress for classes and we were taught by the Catholic nuns. The school was huge and I remember every morning we had morning walks down the hills singing nursery rhymes. and in class we could sit with anyone and at any desk. It was a fun and healthy learning environment. After bout a year in that wonderful haven, they administrators decided to close down the kindergarden and turn it into a monestry, so once again I had to shift. I shifted to Tadika Suria Jaya. One of the memories there was the day i kicked my classmate, a notorious guy who has been provoking and just as the teacher walked out of the class that day, i saw my chance for retaliation and gave him a good thai boxing kick which casued him to bleed immediately. Of caused I was public canned for that but i felt worth it. I have proven myself strong and since than he never dared touch me. LOL….
My primary school days were mostly in SKTS, a co-ed based public school. Only in year 6 i was shifted to Pudu Girls School. And I continued my secondary in that girls school till form 5. My academic performance in school was above adverage and hardly did below what was expected. But my main weakness is that the teachers could never stand my chattering. They would complain that i talked alot and many of my other classmates would end up joining me talking non-stop. Since primary i have faced various punishment for talking. I was punished to stand the entire lesson. I was thrown to a back ward class for one whole week, i was punished to run round the field, washed my face with the fish pond water, had my mouth taped, i had to pulled my ears like about 50 times up and down. haha.. ok dat is how much i recall. well i just think is just too much. Talking is a crime. No wonder asians are so rigid at times especially in class. One main reason why we do badly in class interaction.
Right after high school i entered Bible College of Malaysia. i changed abit due to certain experiences in life. I was more quiet than before. I am more careful in revealing my thoughts and opinions. Currently I am doing my BTH programme there. Most likely to complete in 2 years time.
I am the eldest child with loads of responsibilities and expectations on my shoulders. I have a younger brother who looks more like an elder brother because of his height. As most siblings does, we fight, we quarrel, we support each other certain times, we cover up for each other… etc..
I am Thankful to God for the journey of Life he has lead me through. Not easy one, very tough and rough indeed. But somewhere at one point in time He has blessed me with Someone to walk hand in hand with me on this journey.
P/S: This is not the end of my story. My story continues in my weblog posts…. Enjoy!!
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~Charity Cho Li-Ying~
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