me, me, me

October, 1982 was when I first cried out my voice, a newborn of over three kilos weight. I remember my mom told me that I was born at past midnight and I was the only baby-boy out of eleven others baby-girls for the whole weekend as that night, the midwife lift me aloft and said something like ‘the King’s son’ and she was happy because somehow for this midwife, it would be a bad luck if there was no baby boy delivered for the entire weekend. But that is me, how about you? How much you know about your birthday? Were there some interesting story or event behind it or you simply don’t know.

But never mind because what I’m trying to say is that when our voice burst out for the first time, we labeled our self, we gave out a name that we all share, as it is only one and it is called “EGO”. But after that we were given a name, and for a Chinese breed like me, we were given two kinds of names. A Chinese name and a regular Indonesian name. It was my uncle who named me Budi Dharma, which I officially changed it just like my brothers and sister.

My name is Vincent Wan now, sounds better and westernized I’d say. And I’m the youngest one, had two bros and a sister, also the youngest grandchild among many cousins so I’m the last of last. I grew up as normal boy (by means that my parents raised me good and the only mistake would be the part of my mom spoiled me a bit too much), had friends and some playgrounds, and then came the school things and all, but I never finish high school. I moved to our capital, Jakarta after (it’s when I re-go to high school) and I live there for about eight years. I ran away from home a few times, went away somewhere but always got stuck or been persuaded to come home.

I would say the reason about why I ran away but that would be too long a story and I’m afraid it’d be boring. But let’s just say that I secretly complained and I’m not completely satisfied with my family. I guess we all have that eh! Some of you might be even unsatisfied at all with your family, and some of you might want to kill your entire family, hah, just joking!

But I’m not married so I haven’t got the simplest clue about raising a family. Nevertheless I could still imagined it, of what kind of responsibility and how I’d become hunchback for the weight pressing down. I don’t want to get married, I don’t to raise a family of my own and you can say that I’m just afraid or whatever, but I had my own reason. I will always try my best to keep my mind open, which is not so easy to do, and I guess that’s it for now. These few lines were just as a brief introduction about me.

‘Every man dies … but not every man really lives’, got this one from the movie “Braveheart” and I thought it’s very nice! Enjoy your life people!