User:Joseph e67

All I could hear was the beating of my mother's heartbeat… thud thud…thud thud….then suddenly I wanted to breath air, live life. Next moment, the doctors holding me in his arms, wrapping me in a white towel and passing me on to the first person I meet on this earth. 26 th of July, 1986, a day I thank my mom for being so brave. She named me Amanda Evangeline Leigh Ting Zhen Ee at a hospital in Melacca, after an overstayed holiday in Malaysia. My identity. I am here.

Not long after that, I'm on a plane to Toronto, Canada. The cold greets me with such force that not many could endure. But this was home for my very young years. Grade school where we would make snow mans and apples for lunch break. My granduncle's house was a double storey semi-detached little crib. Hide and seek was always a great game for autumn. I used to miss my mom when my family would shift places for months at a time for career reasons, but they never left me without a familiar face to shine down on me. White Christmas each year, sausage stuffed turkey and snow-boarding lessons kept me content.

And then there comes a time where people have to move on to different destinations. But God was  and still is, keeping a close eye on me. I held him so close to soul, he was my best friend. I was never one to disrespect the importance of religion. Church was my home, and in my heart. The bible was my favorite bed-time story book.

I moved to the U.K, stayed with my aunt in my early pre-teen years. New experiences, and passion for life really made me think. Made me make music and write poetic lines. I discovered the piano was one of man's most greatest inventions that can bring irreplaceable fulfillment of flowing passion for the human sense of sound. Amazing was the word I used. The rest is history, I came to love everything musical instrument and respected its creator for that moment of happiness it sprang in my life. Music and art. The feeling of creating something that didn't exist 2 minutes ago,  a creator.

Maple leaves from Oh Canada, and the click of Big Ben was on my mind when I had to move to Singapore. But all the more, I was always one to love to travel. Then the next step was Kuala Lumpur where college life appeared before my very eyes.

Sweet sixteen and my baby steps toward university. I'm proud I did so much to get here. I took a course in contemporary music to explore my composing freedom. School of music rocked the college. We made the floors flood with guitars amplified throughout the entire halls. Making too much noise when we definitely shouldn't. I smile. I remembered one time I got scolded for blaring the already bursting speakers. I open my mouth and say : "don't blame us for being talented and wanting to share our so itchy fingers".

College went on and I graduated. One of the youngest to which actually brought tears to my teachers. I love them dearly. I hope they understood I made many songs for them, that each song represents a soul and a heartbeat of different personalities that have each planted a seed of individuality in my garden of talented wisdom.

I'm lucky I got work when I could. Its good to know your supporting your own needs. Many careers I've had to endure but some of my favorites were singing at cafes, holding my guitar and pouring my voice along with my heart.

The future is now. The next minute is already here. I have plans. I know I will make them come true. I not only want to take care of my family, I want to do it well. I will walk, ……….by the grace of God.