My blog is my scrap book

I learnt to make scrap books while in primary school, way back in 1975. I kind of like it but didn't manage to continue with this project until now. I want to share my moments with my children picking up history so to say.

Al though I was born in Muar I hardly had a hint of those early years. Most of my childhood were spent in JB especially Tok's house which now has turned jungle. Before that we stayed in Majidee Camp since Abah served in the army then. Ging to Naafi is a joy especially getting the 'imported' lollies and varieties of other jajans. Now it has lost its glamour where only the army families can shop of imprted goods there.

Later at 5 years of age, I followed the family to Jakarta. Abah posted at the Malaysian Embassy there but our elder four siblings got to stay in JB for schooling. Life was fun each passing day there with every single experience a life long lessons but not for our four elder siblings. School holidays when we managed to gather as a whole family is what Abah looked forward to. He started recording everyones voice in his Sharp Radio cassette player at night out in the lawn watching stars while eating fresh boiled peanuts sold by passing peddlars. We'll all sing and recite whatever we wished. Few years later ...hearing our small voices was a delight. That made us what we are.