In 1994, it was sure a harsh day for the mother to deliver a baby girl, which actually Thai in origin. Her grandfather migrated from Thailand to Malaya. Her grandmother was an Indian Muslim. On her paternal side heritage was mostly Javanese. Right after she was born; her Javanese grandmother took her placenta and buried it with pencils and some money in the backyard. The girl was shocked knowing that, but it is culture that she has to accept as a part of her life. So, basically it was a bit of a massive with the blood of hers. Got to learn a lot of custom in both sides which was pretty amazing. Yeah, this is actually the story of mine. To celebrate my birthday is just like waiting for Leonardo DiCaprio to get an Oscar. It is at the end of the year, which most probably on holiday in the place where I live. I am not actually type of person that likes to celebrate my date of birth. I believe that just by saying to your mum that you are so grateful to be born in the womb that has been carried you around for 9 months is just enough. December 14, 1994 in the capital city of the country. I was born.
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