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Friday, November 1, 2013

Story of Myself


I grew up in a very simple family with two brothers and two sisters. When i was born my father worked as a foremen in a woods factory somewhere in Lahad Datu, Sabah, we lived in quarters had been provided by the company. I cant remember the whole things there but am sure about one thing that we lived well there not to say we were rich. Besides, i remember my mom loved to baked cookies and cakes during xmas. Our life there, was like we (brothers and sisters) the children of the well man.
But as the time goes, when my father moved to another company and again worked as a foreman but this time in oil palm factory at Batu Rong Kunak, Sabah for almost 3 years, again our family moved to another place but still in Kunak, and this time my father have to stay in a different place from us due to the our school issues and etc. For almost a year stayed in a rent house, finally my mom decided to buy a land from our pastor and started hired a person to build a small house on that land and we were moved before it was completed.

And the story of my life begin here..

I still remember it was evening when my family were moved to this uncompleted house. At first when i saw that house without a proper wall lol i was just surprised how we going to live in a house like that. Without any electricity, without any water supplier, this house completely taught us how to live in a difficult situation. We Would had to walked 20 minutes to the river just for shower and laundry and the rest were just hopping for the skies to give us some water.
Oil palm plantation was our field to play, river was our swimming pool and chickens were our friends to play with. How amazing our life ha? and more amazingly when my dad were not working for almost 6 months. There was a very tough time for us. My mom were kept fighting with my dad and there is a moment where we had not any rice to eat for almost a week. one day during that time, my younger brother was just asked rice crust from my mom because he could not last himself from eating cassava.
In this incomplete house, we had taught how to depending on God totally

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