1o days more, it'll be the 27th of october.. and there you go...I'll be 21...big year I guess.. So.. I decided to do a post dedicated to ME.. lol.. super self-obsessed.. but put it this way.... if I don't exist.. you wouldn't be reading this.. and you will need to go some place else to waste your time.. lol.. so.. APPRECIATE me.. lol..

Ok.. here goes..

Hi... I'm Stephanie Yong Tshun Yee.. I was born on the 27th of October 1988.. I lived in my mommy's tummy for only 7 months.. I guess I'm the kind of girl who can't wait to see the world!

That's my brother right there.. According to him.. I was no bigger than an eggplant.. I wonder what in the world made me grow so much after 21 years.. lol.. and now.. I'm hitting the gym to downsize myself.. lol.. how ironic..


I was a very happy kid.. and I enjoyed smiling a lot... and I had really chubby cheeks.. (oh my god)..


I became a cuter kid when I was about one plus.. and I landed quite a lot of tv commercials.. Diapers, Dynamo detergent and stuff.. lol.. I earned money when I was one.. lol.. beat that..


I grew up with lotsa toys and stuffed bears.. and I was treated like a princess at home...


And everything good in the world continued to happen.. I made commercials.. as a reward.. I get lotsa toys from mommy ...

But my "career" terminated when I headed to UK for about half a year...My daddy worked there for many years... All the way until when I was form 1..


It was the best time of my life.. I remember running out from the house to catch snow falling from the sky.. I remember eating chocolate yogurt near the radiator.. everything was simply perfect.. except one.. I skipped kindergarten for half a year and became the stupidest kid there..


Then came standard 1.. I was a very smart student (uh hum.. lol).. for the first half of the year.. lol.. I got the 1st place in class.. then I got 3rd, and from there.. I declined .. but I was still within the top 10 places .. U know why? Because mommy stuffed me with tuition classes, piano classes, electone classes and art classes.. I was the busiest kid in school.. barely had space to breathe..

When I finished standard 6.. I was hoping to get to SMDJ to be with my friends.. but my mom stuffed me into TAMAN SEA... cause it was nearer to home.. and that time.. my mom wasn't driving... She was a "stay-home" mom.. doing her "tai-tai" stuff.. didn't need to drive.. there wasn't a need to drive..

And when form 1 came, my life continued to sail easily.... until September came.. My dad came back from his work in UK and decided to head down to Johore with his friends.. One night, he fainted in the hotel and his friends told us he had a heart attack... We were shocked but when we heard from dad the next morning.. We were pretty relieved.. I remember him telling mom not to worry.. and he didn't want us to head down to visit him... but.. till now.. I wish I had.. and I still blame myself for it.. I still remember .. It was the 23rd of September.. Late at night.. The phone rang.. it was the hospital.. I answered the call.. The nurse said he was in a critical condition and told us to rush to the hospital immediately.. My mom called everyone in the family.. We were ready to speed to Johore.. But before we left the house.. some undertaker guy called us.. told us that dad has passed away and he is here to offer his services.. I remember the moment very clearly.. Mom dropped the glass she was holding onto the floor.. She announced the news to the family.. My brother was weeping and my sister was very devastated.. she cried deeply.. I, on the other hand.. stood in a corner.. Didn't know what to do.. It was too much for the moment.. and to top it up.. my grandma nearly fainted.. and from there.. my life changed.. nothing was the same anymore..

Dad had a huge loan in his hands.. I guess he thought he was ready to take big leaps in his career and investments... But i guess.. somethings can't be predicted... So.. we had to sell the big house.. and mom and I had to move into a puny condo.. The luxury cars were turned into a puny kelisa..Mom.. the "tai-tai" became a babysitter.. 1. to keep her sanity.. and 2. to make sure the money dad left us doesn't deplete easily..

From there.. I knew it was time for me to buck up..The "passport" to study in UK has vanished before my eyes.. Like what my mom said.."There's no more guarantee to a good degree"... So I studied like a big nerd.. I worked hard and made sure I scored well in high school..

Then came Form 5, my high school year... My second biggest nightmare came... Mom always had a heart condition... Driving her to the emergency department of the hospital wasn't a new thing ever since I came back from UK.. for 13 years.. she managed to combat the disease well.. but in form 5... the doctor told her.. that was it.. she needs an operation or it's over for her... but he warned us.. like any cardiovascular surgery.. there's a risk.. I was very torn... It was my crucial year and my mom may leave me.. just like dad.. I had one thing in mind... I might become an orphan soon..I still remember the time she was in the National Heart Institute.... I could barely get a shut eye.. but thank god.. she survived and she is still very well now.. with very loud and annoying voice.. lol..



I managed to lock 11A's in my pocket.. But I knew I am not entitled to fancy colleges and universities.. My mom told me loud and clear.. "once you are out from high school, you're on your own".. So I seeked for a route that can definitely land me a degree.. No "maybes" no "ifs"... Opportunity came when I got to UTAR... they offered me a full scholarship for my foundation studies due to my SPM results.. and they told me.. If I scored well for my foundation.. I get my degree for free ...


But little did I know that I stepped into something more than I bargained for.. I didn't check UTAR's background and I experienced "culture shock" the first day I was there.. Everyone spoke in MANDARIN.. and I knew NOTHING...I tried speaking to them in english.. but they walked away from me.. I was devastated on the first day of Uni.. I still remember that day well.. I went home and cried in front of my mom.. My foundation mates didn't agree with me well initially too.. But as time goes by.. It was better..

In foundation.. I worked like a dog.. I got one A minus for the first semester and from there.. I made sure I get A's for everything.. I needed the free pass for my degree.. and sure enough I got what I wanted..

During degree.. Things got tougher.. but I gained much valuable experiences.. and I gained some pretty good friends..

I became the master of ceremony for several events.. The talent night, the Asian Cultural night


The Freshmen Concert


Besides that, I became a member of the Student Representative Committee...


Won a public speaking competiion, conducted an Anti smoking campaign so on and so forth..These experiences.. I wouldn't trade for the world..

And now.. I'm in the 3rd year of my degree.. Having my semester break... Doing my final year project entitled "alternative cancer treatment".. One more semester to go before I head out to the cruel working world... I still have lots to look out for and lotsa unaccomplished hopes and dreams.. So look out people! This is only a new chapter of my life.. the "adulthood".. There are lots more of me in the time to come!

(anyway.. to those who read this all the way to the end.. I truly appreciate it.. and now.. you know me a little better.. lol)