HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA!
everyone in the world (unless you've had a freaked out childhood) will say in retrospect that they had the best mother in the world.
i don't particularly think ma was perfect but i gotta say this...she is an amazing person and my children will be damn lucky if i turn out half the mother she is.
she's enchanting.
that's what she is.
i have not always been kind and i don't give credit easily. she was always tough on me (kinda spoiled of me to say that huh) and compliments didn't roll easily off her tongue.
outwardly she was a enchanting. how many mothers do you know (especially in small town, judgemental kluang) races with trains and then talks her way out of summons, has a supply of chewing gum and super ring in the car, single-handedly makes the whole conservative convent school pibg watch "Hanging up" and do a racy Girls' Night complete with mak nyahs and lingerie competitions....she definitely wasn't typical.
growing up, she was the fifth of 11 children so she learned survival early on. mama was INFAMOUS (meaning famous for the wrong reasons). stubborn and headstrong so definitely not my grandma's favourite - this is the one who stole ikan goreng and lepas tu takut nak balik rumah so she plucked her eye lashes because her friend told her that would make her mom forgot to scold her. yep...grandma was too astonished to see her eye-lashless daughter!
pernah kene kejar around the house with a parang and ended up on a pokok kelapa.
she once threw a stone at her big brother who was on a duku tree and terkene sarang tebuan. she ran like hell and hid in a perigi buta while her brother got stung all over. everyone thought she'd died because she stayed in the well until night.
also known as 'budak yang mati tuh' around the kampung because when she was 14 she had really bad accident on a beca (sounds kinda funny kan) and my grandpa carried her on foot to the hospital in town, bleeding all the way and everyone thought she was dead.
note that whenever i'm at kampung and the neighbours ask me whose child i am and i say siti they all say "oh, siti yang mati tuh ke?".
to this day whenever i think of my childhood i only remember thinking whatever trouble i'll get into, mom can solve it. she had a kind of zest that awed us. everywhere she went, people loved her. every party became chaotic whenever she got there. she always did everything she could to make everyone happy and i always think, my mother is a kind person.
but she also wasn't perfect. with us, she was a perfectionist. bree of desperate housewives. dresses must be perfectly iron. not too tight. the right colour. and the older i got the more i rebelled inwardly and i blamed her for a lot of things but i also had her 'tak boleh marah lame2' attitude. so it didn't really get ugly.
at 22, i'm adult enough to understand that my mother did the best she could (she superseeded her own bounds) to raise us with all the best thing in the world. if she was tough on us, it's now that i see certain character traits that she taught me through discipline that differentiates me from the spoiled youngest everywhere mould.
she gave me character. she taught me to stand on my own two feet.
and everything that i am i owe to my mother.
i don't particularly think ma was perfect but i gotta say this...she is an amazing person and my children will be damn lucky if i turn out half the mother she is.
she's enchanting.
that's what she is.
i have not always been kind and i don't give credit easily. she was always tough on me (kinda spoiled of me to say that huh) and compliments didn't roll easily off her tongue.
outwardly she was a enchanting. how many mothers do you know (especially in small town, judgemental kluang) races with trains and then talks her way out of summons, has a supply of chewing gum and super ring in the car, single-handedly makes the whole conservative convent school pibg watch "Hanging up" and do a racy Girls' Night complete with mak nyahs and lingerie competitions....she definitely wasn't typical.
growing up, she was the fifth of 11 children so she learned survival early on. mama was INFAMOUS (meaning famous for the wrong reasons). stubborn and headstrong so definitely not my grandma's favourite - this is the one who stole ikan goreng and lepas tu takut nak balik rumah so she plucked her eye lashes because her friend told her that would make her mom forgot to scold her. yep...grandma was too astonished to see her eye-lashless daughter!
pernah kene kejar around the house with a parang and ended up on a pokok kelapa.
she once threw a stone at her big brother who was on a duku tree and terkene sarang tebuan. she ran like hell and hid in a perigi buta while her brother got stung all over. everyone thought she'd died because she stayed in the well until night.
also known as 'budak yang mati tuh' around the kampung because when she was 14 she had really bad accident on a beca (sounds kinda funny kan) and my grandpa carried her on foot to the hospital in town, bleeding all the way and everyone thought she was dead.
note that whenever i'm at kampung and the neighbours ask me whose child i am and i say siti they all say "oh, siti yang mati tuh ke?".
to this day whenever i think of my childhood i only remember thinking whatever trouble i'll get into, mom can solve it. she had a kind of zest that awed us. everywhere she went, people loved her. every party became chaotic whenever she got there. she always did everything she could to make everyone happy and i always think, my mother is a kind person.
but she also wasn't perfect. with us, she was a perfectionist. bree of desperate housewives. dresses must be perfectly iron. not too tight. the right colour. and the older i got the more i rebelled inwardly and i blamed her for a lot of things but i also had her 'tak boleh marah lame2' attitude. so it didn't really get ugly.
at 22, i'm adult enough to understand that my mother did the best she could (she superseeded her own bounds) to raise us with all the best thing in the world. if she was tough on us, it's now that i see certain character traits that she taught me through discipline that differentiates me from the spoiled youngest everywhere mould.
she gave me character. she taught me to stand on my own two feet.
and everything that i am i owe to my mother.
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