The Chronicle of Me

Just to keep the momentum going, I don't really have anything substantial to blog about at the moment and frankly really not in the mood to engage in a thought provoking subject just yet (sigh! have been having this on-off fever thing for past few days.....not in my best form)...but need to keep things going anyway.

That lead to my decision to write about myself, a chronological incidences of the past 30+ odd years ever since I came to being in this world. Duh! What a boring subject, does everybody has to write and bragging about themselves.......as boring as it may be to many people out there......but again too bad.....this blog is mine afterall.

The Early Years (1974 - 1986)

I hailed from the east coast state called Terengganu of the Malaysian Peninsular. Family-wise, my parents could be categorised under medium income family (read: not rich!) of the Malay ethnicity. An interesting fact about us is that, legend has it....on my mother's side we are descended from Yunnan though it is almost impossible to detect any chinese-like features on me, however, I noticed that my mother's siblings (i.e. aunt and uncles) do have a very fair complexion for a typical Malay. On my father's side, I was told that we have a lineage going back to the palace....not quite sure how it works and never quite bother to ask the details. On a holistical perspective, my family is just a typical Malay family living in a Kampung.

My father was a teacher until he retired in late 1990's while mum is a full time housewife. I have 5 older sisters and 1 youger sisters making me the 6th out of seven siblings. Just imagine! A boy living throughout his early years among girls......how scary can that be. One would have imagined that I would turn up to be one of those "mat lembik" type of person. But Alhamdulillah, thank God that I grew up to become a normal boy and man......I guess I owe much to my father who would normally make sure that I be on his side wherever he goes.....so that I won't be overwhelmed by the girly influences. That also means I don't have to do house chores to the envy of others.........what a great strategy it was...kudos to my Father.

As a little boy I was extremely naughty to the extent that none of my sisters would want to babysit me if my mother had to go away for a certain business. Yea Yea Yea....you people would say that I am a mummy's boy, hey! I did get my fair share of beating and scolding by my mom and dad. There had been a lot of other incidents when I was little (before I start my schooling) that had gained me a reputation as being one of the most notorious boy among my clan, of which I won't bother to deliberate.

Alhamdulillah, despite being "dennis the menace-like" boy, I was and still am (again Alhamdulillah) blessed with good brain....not to the level of gifted or genius but good enough for me to progress through my primary and secondary schooling with good grades....a relief to my parents and sisters.

.....to be continuued..."The Formative/Looking for Identity Years"