There's a little part of me that wants the best for you I can't help but wish the best was me... I'm an open book despite my puzzled look ... Convince me to confess, everything I didn't mean...You're free from my burden But if you need me, I'll be here Always You say jump.......I say how high? You say leave....I say goodbye.The beginningIt is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the story of my life. I have, so to speak, a superstitious hesitation in lifting the veil that envelops my childhood like a golden mist. The task of writing an autobiography is difficult. When I try to classify my first impressions, I find that a fact and a fantasy resemble each other across the years and connect the past with the present. Some impressions date back vividly to the early years of my life, but “the shadows of disappointment and pain are over the rest.” Furthermore, many childhood joys and sorrows have lost their intensity; and many events of vital importance have been forgotten in the excitement of great memories. So as not to be boring, I will try to present in a series of sketches only the episodes that seem most interesting and important to me. I was born on June 2, 2000 at San Juan De Dios Hospital, a hospital in Pasay City. The family on my father's side is originally from China and settled in the Philippines. My grandfather, Roberto Galenzoga Hao, came to the shores of Leyte and finally settled there. I am told that he visited his brother to trade goods twice a year, and my grandmother has in her possession many letters addressed to his family, which gave fascinating and vivid accounts of these journeys. My father, Alvin G. Hao, is a chef in Sydney and my mother, Norilyn Agus... center of paper... basic volleyball skills and the gist of it. Jennifer was the most amazing player I have ever seen. He moves with effortless grace combined with his exceptional skill. From that day on, I shared his love and passion for the sport and still play volleyball today. My hope for a better future"Our future can be determined by us and only by us. Since I was little, I have always remained uncertain about my plans for the future but I have vague memories of my plans from previous years. My parents always told me to get a medical degree and, if possible, an orthopedic doctor. Now that I am in my ninth year, I want to pursue a career in medicine. From my point of view, people cannot plan an exact outcome there there would always be bumps in the road, no matter what. “High expectations lead to disappointments.” It is the root of all anguish.