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This is where I define myself ♥ Mardy thrives in sunshine filled days just like the plastic solar plant on your dashboard. Gets regular doses of drugs from her running shoes (no high like a runners' high). Dares to be different. Is generally happy albeit those typical daily complaints. Smiling doesn't hurt, plan to do it more often. What this girl wants 1. A white Macbook 2. New handphone (no idea what yet) 3. New running shoes and gear 4. Gym membership at Celebrity Fitness, Wangsa Maju 5. Buffet dinner with her two best girls at Tenji 6. New wardrobe for work and play 7. New watch (Fossil would be cool) 8. Proactive skincare 9. Good quality make-up set for daily use 10. Holiday at the end of the year with her best friend This blog is listed at: Archives Lack of tradition
Tuesday, September 22, 20091:09 PMLack of tradition My raya has always been different from everyone elses. I guess I'm just someone who's different, and its not even because I try to be. I just am. For starters, my mom doesn't do any cooking the eve of Raya. She used to bake cookies, but now since I don't eat them as much as before, she's too lazy (and our electric oven busted). No one's busy hanging new curtains. No one's weaving any ketupat. My nenek used to cook, but now she just orders hundreds of satay and boil a bunch of nasi impit. Rendang and everything else, my aunts will bring over when they come. I don't even have a baju raya this year, its the baju kurung I wore during our Graduation Dinner. I did go shopping, but I bought work clothes. Every morning I'll get ready and go to my Dad's place. This year my Dad's working at the school (he's a security guard there). So I pick him up there, send him to the Mosque for Eid prayers and when its over I'll pick him up again with my brother to go to my Pak Ngah's house. It's not ever a house, its a warehouse where he works. We eat and talk for a while, then I send my Dad back to the school, me and my brother goes home. At 5:30pm I'll lace up my running shoes, and head to the park for a long run. My brother runs with me, his pace his faster but he can only run six rounds. I did 12 and my pace was steady. Took me 40 minutes but I did it. After that we pick my dad up and go to KLCC to catch a movie, then send him back to his guard post. He basically works around the clock this festive season. The next day I meet up with my Aunt and cousins at Pavilion where she would treat me for a movie and lunch, and I'd watch my cousins shop (what else does one do when she's broke?). I don't balik kampung (my kampung is KL anyway) I do visit relatives but limited. And I spend most of my holidays in shopping malls, movie theatres and at home in front of the PC or running in the park. That's how it is. Maybe I secretly prefer it this way. I'm dead if I get to marry a man with a traditional Malay background, because I haven't been trained to cope with the traditional way of celebrating Eid. My mom tells me I should get a foreigner, because they don't care about Eid as much as Malays do, and it suits us better (plus she's scared of Malay mother-in-laws). I'm not saying I'm some kind of snob, but its just how I was raised. I'm just too different in a bad way. I'm not used to tradition. I'm scared of criticisms about my upbringing if I end up with traditional in-laws. Today my brother is working, my mom is watching MJ videos (please don't ask!) on her laptop in her room, and I plan on staying home doing nothing but reading the books I borrowed and surfing. I'll go for a run later in the evening. I sure hope whoever my future husband is (if its him then I know he doesn't care at all) he would be forgiving of my lack of tradition, and his family wouldn't be too hard on me if I don't know how to prepare for eid. Having said that, Eid Mubarak everyone! Don't eat too much! Labels: festivities 1 had kissed me <$BlogCommentBody$> By <$BlogCommentAuthor$>, at <$BlogCommentDateTime$> <$BlogCommentDeleteIcon$> Blow me kisses xoxo

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