Hari Raya spirit.

There are very few boys in my family.

I look at other Hari Raya pictures of my friends with theirs and I realise mine has too many women. Just too many. There are only two boys from my dad's side (cousins-wise) and the ratio of boys to girls on my mother's side is 1:2. Most of the time. I have this theory that every generation will always have an unequal number of boys and girls so this means I am more likely to have sons which calls for a CELEBRATION!

Not that daughters aren't wonderful. It's just that my friends are sure as Hell I am bound to give birth to fat, pale-skinned, curly-haired, forever-hungry, likes-makeup-and-not-sports sort of girls. And I am not fond of that type.

Well anyway. Hari Raya last weekend went really well. People seriously need to come up with a fresh list of questions to ask every year. This time I had a lot of 'Which year are you in?' 'Where is your boyfriend?' and 'Are you sure you're still in school?' Best of all was my uncle when he called my sister and I tai-tais and demanded that he comes over to our place to try our cooking. I got really disappointed since I badly want others to stop associating all women with cooking and cleaning because there is so much more we can do. So I told him he can come over and eat the food I ORDERED. With my own money.

I know school has started but all I want to do is wear my baju kurung, sit in front of the tv and eat my mother's kueh.