This is where I was born. This is where I grew up. This is where I learnt cooking. This is where I acted like Tarzan, swinging from one tree to another (with another Tarzan, my 2nd brother). This is where I had my one and only stroke of rotan from my mum, for having fun in the pond with brothers wihtout mum and dad's permission. I was merely 8 years old. This is my home sweet home at my kampung.
Don't get me wrong, saya budak baik. Pernah kena rotan sekali je sekian lama ni. Mak, kan? Ayah, kan?