Back in my old days I used to think that people who blogs are people who doesn't have life. They (bloggers) will sit before their PC or laptop or whatever and blogging until dusk. No friends and social life existed. Only empty silent air and sounds of keyboard being repeatedly kissed by corny digits. This is what i really think about bloggers until recently. I read my mother in-law's blog and it came to my mind I too can make one of this my own. For the record, I have been reading her blog long before I decided to start my own. Actually, the idea came when I was on my way back to Sandakan from Telupid and Tongod for dental treatment relief (the journey which I will tell later in another chapter). Oh, before I go any further, may I address the person who inspired me to this pathway, my mother in-law, Prof. Dr. Che Husna Azhari. Thank you Che for this indirect inspiration. Oho ok ok enough with the sentimental.
So I guess I officially joining the club. Pretty hard to swallow but I licked my spit (haha.. eeuww). Becoming one of millions bloggers through out the globe (I'm tapping my own shoulder).
Oh ya, anyway as the title displays, Didi Pota Pota denotes my chilldhood pronounciation improficiency. Didi derived from Aidil and Pota Pota derived from Putera. Aidil Putera and imagine the 2 or maybe 3 years old chap say it.. Yeah I know! ~ Didi Pota Pota
