How it started?

This picture was taken when I was about three or four years old. Skinny little thing not a favourite and always creates series of episodes hehe not naughty but stubborn, many times gets a good canning hehe....not to good in achieving good grades but always visualised good things will happened in future wow it is a true things happening. Like to play "pondok-pondok" have shown talents while acting as a mother haha.


These was the home where I was born a typical "rumah kampong"...it was in 1962, 2nd December and that was my late father and the lady bending if i am not mistaken is my second sibling. I still remembers how difficult it was for my parents to look after thirteen out of fourteen daughters...how difficult it was for my elders siblings to gave an assistance and sacrificing their hardship to help my parents for the sake of surviving.
According to my mum I was breast feed until I was about eighteen months, my mum continued feeding me with only a condensed milk and my feeding bottle was always the soya sauce bottle..My mum told me as early as three years old I have started to eat "sambal goreng" with rice or soya sauce with "telor ayam kampong" that my mum took from the "reban ayam" :)...our vegetable as I recalled only "kangkong" that my elders siblings picked at the padi field, not forgetting "pucuk ubi" and "sayur turi" Our breakfast usually "pisang rebus", "ubi rebus" and once a while "lempeng or kuih kodok! hehe "cukodok" nothing just a plain "cukodok".

We seldom have good proper meal and to have beef or chicken we have to wait for Hari Raya's erm....yummy...in spite of being a poor family, I had a wonderful childhood journey...I always enjoyed what I have, yup at times questioned myself why but always thankful to the every moment....sad, angry, happy all children will have to go through but mine I always make myself happy......:)