Just a quick update before I head out to my Aunt's place.
Week 2 of school has been pretty much like a roller coaster ride. One moment you're having the time of your life, making friends and enjoying class. And the next thing you know, you're in for a thrill, stressing out with the load of projects, making enemies with team mates who are uncooperative, and trying to make ends meet for every single thing.
But on the bright side, my class is pretty awesome. There are really great lecturers that are so lenient that they willingly extend the datelines for us, and also help us out in the projects and class work. Then there are the awesome hyper classmates that make fun of every single thing, even of going to the extend of making a full out of themselves.
Enough about that...
I have a post that is saved in 'Drafts', where it is about my interpretation on the word 'Home'. I've been working on it for a long time (well, not really. More like between classes) because I couldn't find any "ooomph" to end it off nicely. But I'll definitely try to complete it over the weekends, so that there is at least a proper update from me! Hahah.
Speaking of 'Home', I love the bus rides to and from school. Mainly because it can make or break your day. What do I mean? Well, having to be stuck in a jam while on the way to school, being squeezed in the train with tonnes of people that would rather cram into the cabins than to let others out, and then having to miss the bus by a couple of seconds, would break your day, wouldn't it?
I would admit that all these mentioned above have indeed happened to me in the last two weeks. But I've actually gotten so used to it, that I can help but chuckle to myself as I push my way through the maze of humans in the crammed train cabin, run madly for the bus and then give up halfway because it left without me, and definitely when I happen to step/trip on someone's foot while in a hurry to do something.
I'm not clumsy, you see, I'm just oblivious.
But what I want to highlight in this post is not about the tragedy or battle to school, but rather, the humour of it.
What am I talking about?
Well, let's just say I saw a really tall man trying to get into his Mr. Bean car, and then pulling his seat all the way to the back so that there is room for his legs.
And then I saw a car that had this signed put up "Please tailgate me. I need the money." I wonder what the other car drivers are thinking when they were behind this car while being on the road.
And lastly, I saw a woman eating a bowl of noodles in the car. Literally with a ceramic bowl, chopsticks and a bowl of noodle with soup!
Talk about desperate measures to eat!
Well, that's it for now. I'm having a BBQ with my maternal family. Can you imagine having a BBQ from 3pm till night? It's going to be a looooong and crazy night.
Till then!
Loves.
I slept pretty late, around 5am, just nice to see my brother get up for work at Civil Defence. And as soon as I dozed off, I was rudely awoken by a huge commotion going on at home. There was a dog barking madly, while voices lashed at one another.
At the first moment, I thought that my dog, Junior, was the dog that was barking madly. But upon seeing him comfortably snugged around my arms, belly up, in my bed, my thoughts drifted off from that.
Could it be a new dog? (We have always wanted to get a female daschund but my dad never really liked the idea. Like me, he has a thing for big dogs. But unlike me, he doesn't like small dogs just as much)
My door was more of the sound proof type and so I couldn't really pick what they were saying, but from the sound of it, it seemed as though hell had broken loose.
Excited that I was getting a new dog, yet angry that my sleep was disrupted, I had my "mean" face put on, before leaping out of bed and into the scene of the commotion; my living room.
Now I was really pissed. There wasn't any dog in sight, nor were there anyone who looked as though they were really to rumble. Instead, I stood infront of my dad (who looked puzzled when he saw me), who was watching his Tamil Drama.
Oh... The drama..
Speaking of Tamil dramas, I think my mum is secretly learning tamil or something along the line. As you all know, my mum's family tree is pretty complicated, by she's directly half Chinese and half Peranakan.
Anyway, since my dad isn't working, he's been watching Tamil Dramas every single day (oh, you'll never know the pain of being under the same roof as someone who watches people in "vaistis"(I have no idea how it's spelled) instead of pants, chase people with parangs. Then there's the exaggerated cries when the woman gives birth. And the best part, the exxagerated throwing, flying, punching and sound effects whenever there was a fight. And did I mention, that the dancing takes forever?
Don't get me wrong. I love being part Indian.
Moving on..
Sometimes, I'd see my mum crying to some scenes and laughing along to some. At first, I thought she was over sensitive, both to the drama and the comedy. But there were a few times when I, being interested in the movie that was showned, decided to ask her what the hell was going on, since I had no idea what they were saying. And she would translate every single thing to me.
Well, I didn't buy her words, and so I decided to ask my dad. True enough, whatever he said, refelcted on what my mum said!
And only recently, she has been scolding my dad in Tamil whenever he irritated her. Hahah. And her communication skills are getting unique now. Back then, it used to be english mixed with Peranakan, Malay, Mandarin, Hokkien and a little bit of Teo Chew. But now, it has included Tamil words that my brothers and I can't help but go "Whaaaaat??" And then she'll go "You all ah, simple things also don't know. What you study? Study so much until brain also botak".
The bitter sweet feeling of being in a family that knows too many languages.
Anyway, last night was truly a moment to remember. I bought lip rings for my brother, Vernon, who also had his lip pierced. And funny enough, he was scared to remove the one he had on, and he kept whining on and on that it was pain. And to contradict that, he said tattoos weren't painful at all. Pfft.
So last night, he and I were arguing back and forth about the lip ring. He didn't want to change it, and after buying it for him, I realized that it looked nice and I wanted it for myself, but he didn't want to give it to me. And the point where we had our long lost cousins who we've not seen for five years, add us on FaceBook. And also This.
See, I've been finding ways to get my brother back into running again. And every single thing I tried failed. But this article really did "something" to him. Maybe just a pinch of sadness+hatred+wanting to train hard again in his eye.
"Annoyed at seeing his name wiped off the record books, the 16-year-old English teenager turned in a fantastic performance in the B Division final as he crossed the line in 49.75sec to break Vernon Vijayan’s 2000 record of 50.21sec and to set the 11th and final record of the afternoon."
My story of him Here.
But after that moment, he just went back to his "I can't be bothered, I need to work on my tattoos" mode. Hahah.
He's crazy, who is afraid of piercings, but not tattoos?
Oh, and I've yet to go for my medical checkup. Ash said it hurts pretty much. I'm scared, after having been to horrible hospitals that twisted my ankle just to get an X-ray of my already fractured ankle.
I hope I can wake up on time for it tomorrow.
Loves.
I come from a long line of various races in my family. And I don't think it'll ever stop. Well, I hope not. And today, I shall reveal my family tree! Well, I'm actually not sure myself as to how many races there are.
Let's just start with my parents. Well, my dad's side doesn't really have a "happening" heritage. But I'm happy to be able to have a taste of Indian culture.
Everything, from the colours used, clothing, music played, taste of food and even their dramas shown are one of a kind; Unique.
Now comes the complicated part, my mum's side. My grandma is actually a Peranakan straight from Malacca (Melaka).
This culture too had great food (Nyonya food and delicacies are a must try), fantastic creativity (they have traditional methods of beading to make shoes. They even sew their own designs on their Kebaya. ), and strict rules.
On festive occasions, Nyonyas are known to sleep on tins with their hair decorated with pins. They have so much discipline in them, that when they wake up, not a strand of hair is out of place.
They also have strict rules when in the kitchen. From how to use the anak lesong, to serving people, to "restricted words" that shan't be mentioned while cooking.
One has to be feminine when wearing the kebaya. You wear clogs, or Nyonya slippers(modern) and have to walk slowly in them. Well, I'm both happy and sad that I do not have to follow the traditions. Happy, because I know that I'm bound to fail immediately. But sad, because this culture is dying out soon.
Anyway, if you wanna' read more about Peranakans, Click Here!
But truth to be told, my grandma is totally Peranakan. There's Javanese, Boyanese (Baweanese), Eurasian and so on.
Now this post is in fact not about showing off my family tree, well maybe alittle. But the main part actually has a lot to do with celebrations.
Chinese New Year is celebrated because, well, my mum's side is termed as Chinese. Deepavali is celebrated with my dad's side. My mum and brother are Christians, and my mum's side celebrates it as well, some are Catholics, whereas the rest... Just celebrate it for the joy of it. One of my aunt's fiance is a Malay, so we more or less have Hari Raya celebrations as well. We don't do the fasting and all, but we do eat!
Moving on...
Whenever I share with my friends, or strangers about my mixed heritage, most of them would go "wah, so good. Get to celebrate so many festivities. Sure got a lot of money right?".
Well, that's not really true. I know that celebrations are really about collecting money nor counting money, but I am going to talk about it. Sue Me.
Anyway, while most of you receive from both sides of your family on CNY/ Hari raya/Deepavali, I only receive half of it per celebration. Get what I mean? So you guys are actually more "blessed" to receive all the money in one celebration whereas I, have to wait till October/November to receive the second "round" of cash giving.
Who's the poor thing now? Hahah.
But if you're talking about food, yes, I am blessed to sample the various types of dishes. But you can too. Just head to the nearest Kopitiam, and order another races' dish. That'll do the trick.
Loves.
