tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33746014012018016772012-02-16T11:49:01.332-08:00Bits and pieces. In trying to recapture past moments...loved ones... friends and those that has touched my life...one way or another.Ammoontjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11422065757872408575noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374601401201801677.post-35680474608752190392007-02-20T03:14:00.000-08:002007-02-20T03:40:25.754-08:00<span class="dropcaps">T</span><br />esting<br />testing<br />testing<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374601401201801677-3568047460875219039?l=ammoontje.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ammoontjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11422065757872408575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374601401201801677.post-59141856021745034592007-02-01T22:42:00.000-08:002007-02-01T22:48:24.994-08:00February 2nd 2007<br />Budaiya<br /><br />They say that life is like a cycle with all its ups and downs.I have been this road before. So it is like a nostalgia,things happening all over again. In a different environment and people.You are richer by the experience.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374601401201801677-5914185602174503459?l=ammoontje.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ammoontjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11422065757872408575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374601401201801677.post-59073803532141586262006-10-14T04:04:00.001-07:002006-10-14T04:06:10.784-07:00October 14th 2006<br />Budaiya<br /><br />I remember when .......<br /><br />My earliest memory of childhood was when my brother was teaching me how to ride the tricycle. I was learning how to pedal and he was holding and pushing the bicycle slowly. At that time we were still staying at the old house in the village. A tradional malay house which I vaguely remember.There was no pipe water so we had use water drawn from a well. Whenever we want to take a bath or do our laundry we had to go the well. Our neighbours were sharing the same well too. So sometimes it became a chat session when many people were there. The well never dries up even in the hot dry months.We still keep the well even though we dont use it now.<br />To be continued.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374601401201801677-5907380353214158626?l=ammoontje.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ammoontjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11422065757872408575noreply@blogger.com0