Growing Up

A Fanatic's Background

grow up :

a.	to be or become fully grown; attain mental or physical maturity.

This was the definition taken from http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/growing

As I was working today, I couldn't help but reflect as to how I have grown up to become someone who I believe is capable of many things. With this said, I was curious about my metamorphosis and what has made me become who I am today. This meant that I had to reflect back to when I was a little girl running around innocently in Miri, Sarawak to this young lady who is strong-headed yet is still vulnerable and innocent in many ways.

Now, the photos shown hasn't been photoshop. I am not lying. I wish I was but this was how I grown up to looked like throughout my years of trying to fit into this God-given world.


Okay my dear obsessions, I'm warning you for the last time to reconsider about this celebrity's publishing photos. However, your biggest fan (yes, even celebrities love their supporting fans), will absolutely 're-love' (if there is ever a word) you again for putting up with your latest craze weird persona.

I'll start with introducing myself by dating back to the below photos. Born to two beautiful parents, I was the third and final daughter of a family of six (including my parents, therefore I have two beautiful older sisters and a very handsome little brother). Here I go ...



Can you guess which one is me? I hope that you guessed that it was the toddler sitting on your far left corner. Rummaging through my mother's closet, I found that there was hardly any photos of me when I was a baby so finding this particular photo caused this unfamiliar feeling of unimaginable joy. As my father lies on the bed trying to sleep, I took photos such as this one with a smile on my face. Such childhood as so precious.



Now, I'm sure you all agree that when we were a child, we loved our bottles. Loved. Our. Bottles. Some of us loved them so much that we stopped taking them at an embarrassing age of six. Or maybe seven.

I couldn't help but love seeing photos of me and my sisters. Sisterly love goes a long way . We loved this particular pajamas because it made us feel like we were triplets. We were in a way. Still is.



A poser from back then. One can't help themselves once they spot the camera.



This was our first trip to New Zealand. I live here now with my family so I call this my second home country. Second to Malaysia. Notice the trend between these photos? Its the teeth that we are so proud of showing. We were so excited seeing the snows and touching them for the first time. Innocence should always be treasured by everyone.

Ange and I in Frimley Primary School. I can still remember how nervous we were for this was our first paparazzi photo taken in a foreigner's country which we now proudly call our second home.

This was my first school photo in New Zealand. Can you spot me? This was taken on my final year of being a primary school student.


This was the year that me and my very good friend of ten years, Farhana met.

My duckling ugh days ~ I'm sure you, my obsessions, will understand why those days were your biggest fan duckling days.







As they all say, ducklings do eventually turn into swans at some part of their lives. Mine came slowly during my final years of high school.



First year of uni lead me to trying different hairstyles and haircolour to add with my teenage resume.



Taking a year off this duckling turned into ...

A bush hog?


Just as I have enjoyed taking those moments to look and reflect about the beautiful me, I suggests my fans, you to do the same as well.


Your biggest fan,
Tida