the story begins...

Finally I find time to tell my life story. Today my story has no meaning.(takde makneyer) but the morale of the story, nothing taste better than your own mum's cooking even if it's only eggs, white rice & black sauce!

These days, Rain has a new friend, our neighbour Roshan.

Despite the fact I can't ride his bicycle due to weight limit, I have decided to play masak masak with the boys. I fried prawn keropok to feed the boys while they were playing outside.

For the fact I may not be a good cook, it melts my heart to hear my boy said this to his friend.

"My mummy masak best, come & eat!"

So dear world, I am more motivated to learn how to cook better just for my little boy even though it's just keropok eh!!