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The Secret is Out

The secret is out.. yeah.. Somebody found me out!! Egad.. Gasp!!!
Yeah yeah.. I am a closeted PDA. I had declared I am unjiwang..
It is untrue.. well a bit.. I meant I hate it when a person shows too much
But I also hate it when it they showed it too little..
Complicated is it? You should see the inside of my head..


SO here I am.. just back from Rembau. My abang ipar kampung. I also have a massive headache and a tendency to puke
every now and then. And please men out there.. do not make a remark "Are you pregnant?" whenever a girl told someone
that she felt like throwing up. WE HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO PUKE WHENEVER OR FOR WHATEVER REASON WE CHOOSE.

Ok.. back to Rembau.. Why did I even go there? Oh yeah.. My niece.. My first ever niece ade this Majlis Bercukur Rambut.
Its one of those many Malay events where someone make the baby head bald. (I am not in a very good mood when writing this
if you can see from the style of writing). So my family was there to witness this fatetul event. It is quite funny. Since
these 17 elder women of the village had come to croon about a baby girl in a buai.. And my niece, Alisha being a restless
spirit much preferred to be out of the buai and sit on the floor staring big eye widely at this one particular elder woman holding a mike.
(Malay villagers had come a long way). And when the time came to cut her hair, being a natural all woman erm... I meant gal.. She of course
bawled her heart out whenever someone cut her precious unruly lock of hair. But she does stay quiet when someone spayed her with the tepung tawar..Probably thinking 'hey.. a bath!'
My arms practically gave out holding those coconut water and tepung tawar and bunga rampai thingies. WHen she was brought outside for the pakciks...
seems in the inside it is all the makciks2.. hermm In this event it seems the women seems to be dominant. Hurray for Negeri 9 feminism~!
Anyway.. back to the pakciks in the tent.. well.. when it is their turn to cut Alisha hair. By that time Alisha is screaming bloody murder I told you,
Men being men.. petrified whenever a baby screams..so the pakcik just pat Alisha hair with a bit of bunga rampai.

Anyhow..the food are divine of course.. No need to tell you more about the taste of kampung cooking. Most of you will probably know yourself.
And Alisha hair of course by the end of the day looked like it have been in the hand of a partially blind barber.

And I need to lay down since my headache is getting worse. Probably from eating too much mutton. I will write again


Comments

Anonymous said…
dilaaaaaaa i love you! write more! i like!
-taqi-
Anonymous said…
"the floor staring big eye widely at this one particular elder woman holding a mike."

mike ke mic?? ke makcik2 tuh memegang org yg bernama micheal..kependekan namanye mike????muehehehehe
Dils said…
hahah.. ok ok.. correction there.. mic..
You got me there! Sendri tak prasan :p

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