what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.
mine is you.
i like fridays, rainy days, proud cats, black & white photographs, children's books, short stories and movies that most people would never see. Music serves me justice on sad days (Adele, The Kooks, Mumford & Sons are gems) and genuine smiles are a must-have.
nice little post-raya post.
9:23:00 PMbop to the top
Saturday, October 20, 2007
we, the siblings, have officially cleaned out about
kuih raya does not go well with skinny jeans.
ah. back to our business of the day.
the first Raya day was surprisingly pretty laid-back as compared to the hectic-ness of previous years where the parents usually have this invisible checklist in their heads to go to as many houses in the record time possible. stayed at my auntie's house 'til an ungodly hour after the ritual cousins' maggie mee night there (the origins of that deserves to be in wikipedia.com) and listening-while-not-really-listening to the family gossips which somehow get more
i kinda lose out on jalan raya visits with malay friends since i hardly have any. No, no. i'm Not against Malays of my generation; i swear i'm as Malay as they can get. as my socio lecturer always like to say (ohkayy. so i'm showing off), it's society's fault. in my very anglican sec sch, where none of my pri sch Malay Muslim peers (or any of my peers for that matter) went to, there was a grand total of 4 malays in my stream. like seriously. English was a major universal language so even in malay class, we felt more like translators, especially to our punjabi/hindi friends who were forced by moe to take malay.
anyway. long story short, while i miss out on visits, i do enjoy inviting my non-muslim friends over and confusing them with all the funny malay names for foods. i guess seeing the bewilderment on my friends' faces when they eat my ma's SPECTACULAR rendang is pretty worth it.
don't think we're gonna have an open house this time though. maybe next year lah, then you all can come together-gether.
oh yearh. let me explain why i didn't wear the tudong this year. do you know how hard it is to find a suitable colour to match YELLOW? i mean, short of looking like a canary, the other option was looking like an upside down lemon tree (brown). it's supposed to be 'purdah', covering up modesty yadayada but as they say: do it when you feel ready rather than pressurised. and the hair is not new. about a year now. no point showing it off (wah. siti is a little touchy ah today. hardiharhar.)
i think southasian studies has been really enlightening despite the lateness of the lectures (6pm - 8pm) but it's been worth it. i guess i was lucky in blindly picking the tutorial class which had really friendly nice insightful people and a brilliant tutor to boot. India, Pakistan, Bangladesh (yes yes, it's the place where our construction workers come from.. got a problem with that?!) and Nepal have never been so fascinating. i watch the India coverage on discovery travel&living now instead of normally swtiching over the channel which says alot about how much i really appreciate the fact that i took this mod as an exposure thingie to the region. bollywood is more than it meets the eye people.
damn. now i can't get rid of that kabhi kushi khabhi gham movie out of my head. ah heck. here's a song of many songs from that movie:
Background summary on er context of song-
Kajol and Shah Rukh Khan! two of my favourite people. here's a song segment where Kajol is at her cousin's modest Muslim engagement and unknowingly bumps into Shah Rukh again after she got funnily annoyed by him at his mansion where her auntie (the cousins' mother) is the nanny to his little brother. i guess his attending her auntie's daughter's engagement is prob out of respect to the auntie and a form of apology to Kajol. er yearh. okay just watch la.
the actual movie's really good cutting across generations of families, traditions, class systems and even differing religions. the above segment's only part of the whole story that got top awards for its beutiful direction, set layouts and amazing cast.
certified the ultimate tear-jerker.
actually i would write some more but my sister's accusing me of being nerdy cos i was just about to show you awesome people about a guy with a rubik's cube on youtube. as much
as they're nerdy, rubik's cubes are evil. EVIL. there i said it.
tata. my ma's mee goreng calls.