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To be number one

In school, during the primary years, I always aim to be at the top three. I was naturally good then. I always passed with flying colours. But, funnily my recollection of my childhood doesn't include images of proud faces of my parents. Perhaps, they are not the 'show-off' kind or expressive.

Somehow, it was natural for me to aim to be either number one or the least three. I wasn't racing with anyone, just myself. I have the fighting spirit in me that if I don't get to the top, I will lose.

Studying or revising for my examination was never a problem for my parents. Under the guidance of my sister (surprisingly even though I have 3 older sisters, she is the only one who seem to be the only guardian), I was always seen to be a diligent kid.

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