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When I was five, my teacher asked me to give a letter to my parents. I didn't know what was the content of the letter, but it has got something to do with my outfit for the upcoming Tabika Kemas' concert.
After I passed the letter, ibu, ayah and Mak Long went to the shop and bought me a frilly white gown. Then they bought a white hairband with embroidered scarf, white ballerina shoes and white socks which looked almost similar to a fisherman net.
Days after the shopping, ibu was busy - sewing the scarf and hairband together with ribbons. Mak Long on the other hand, bathed me and put some make up on my face. It was a very unusual experience, considering I just received some beatings from my mum after snapping her red lipstick into two. So, I was delighted - my nosetrils flared because I knew I would look beautiful.
After settling me into the gown, Mak Long dealt with my curls. An embroidered veil rested on my crown. I found out that the scarf and the hairband were for the veil and ibu didn't sleep because she was sewing all those ribbons and sequins. Back then, I didn't know how to appreciate that much.
Then I put on the fisherman net along with my ballerina shoes. The moment I reached school, my teacher asked me to queu behind my friends. Some looked like a soldier, a policeman, a Malay bride, a teacher and so many other occupations I couldn't remember. Ibu passed me a bouquet of white lilies and roses while reminded me to smile.
Being ibu's only daughter made me nervous; she was always so demanding. I didn't smile but I was thinking of crying. The moment my teacher called up, "Siti Nurshahida dengan baju tuan puteri!" I was swallowing my tears. The 'U' on my mouth turned upside down and my thick eyebrows drawn together to form a frown. I ran to my parents when I saw the adults grinning while I was walking on the stage. My self-confidence went down to zero. That princess was so scared and angry!
However, I knew why my parents chose Princess instead of other identity for me. I was this girl who loved Lego as my toy but loved Snow White as a bedtime story. I used to matchmake Lion-O in Thundercats with her. It turned out that she chose a very awkward prince to be her happily ever after companion. Thanks to that Seven Dwarves, she has made a decision which was obviously against mine! Huh!
Since I loved fairy tales, my parents made a point of making me a princess at least for a day. I was happy, of course. I got to wear what Cinderella was wearing! I was afraid of mice and I hated gulai labu, there were so many times I wished that those creatures would changed into carriage like a Cinderella story - they didn't. Cinderella must be really kind; for she could endure having pumpkin and mice in her life while I couldn't. Clearly, I was no Cinderella. I just loved her outfit except for those glass shoes:)
My taste changed as I grew older. I eventually acquired my liking towards Ariel, a mermaid princess who had lots of friends! When I made new friends in primary school, I named them with Ariel's friends name - Hanim was a Flounder and Zuraidah was a Sebastian;)
As someone who loved books very much, I developed my interest in Belle, the girl who had the beauty and brain at the same time. I loved Belle because she had such a grace and knowledge, the Beast loved her so much and I truly liked the Beast too! I mean, he was not like the princes of Snow White or Cinderella (who I found very stereotype!). He was not handsome but his actions were cute. Honestly, I would rather have The Beast as he was before he changed into that average prince. The Beast was the type of man I wanted to have as a partner when I grow up:)
I enjoyed so many other tales, but the list will be too long for me to put it here. I fell in love with several non-cartoon characters as well - thanks to Judith McNaught and Jane Austen. But none of the heroes would ever match The Beast;)
Monday is a public holiday in Negeri Sembilan. I've never seen any Majlis Pertabalan in my entire life but today is the day. While we're officially going to have a new master, this fatty princess over here is thinking about so many other things.
Being a pure blood Negri Sembilan princess is not easy. The prince in Sleeping Beauty knew where she was coming from before he kissed her, so he wouldn't mind. The prince who climbed the tower using Rapunzel's long hair knew she had a beautiful voice before risking anything for her. Jasmine, in Aladdin, is a royal princess who fortunately fell in love with a kind hearted thief (with help from the genie).
Looking at the experiences of people rejecting a Negri Sembilan girl sometimes makes me think that it's good to celebrate the similarities instead of differences. Deep in my heart I would say, "Cari orang kampung sendiri." Nobody want to learn the heart, they just look at where I'm coming from. How frustrating - but that's the reality.
Somehow, when you're poisoned, there will always be the cure. My roommate said this to me after I broke up with my boyfriend who cheated on me with a Terengganu girlfriend (because he celebrated similarities and not differences),
"Aku tak mati pon makan gulai yang ibu kau masak. Kalau aku tak suka orang Negeri Sembilan, sampai bila-bila pun aku tak makan gulai siput sedut tu tau! Rugi je. Gulai kau, style lain. Gulai aku, style lain. Susah senang kita kan sama-sama, Sha? Kita kan kawan? Peduli apa aku kalau kampung kita tak sama?"
Thanks to Azwa, my roommate in college who had a Terengganu IC with Kedah ancestors.
"Why did he came into your life when he knew that he couldn't bear with the differences in the relationship?" she said. I agreed.
When I raised my concern to Sepet, he told me this:
"Check la the late Sultanah Kedah tuh orang mana, ye sayang?"
And I did.
At least someone was thinking positively about this. After years and years of people saying, "Woooo...orang Negeri Sembilan banyak ilmu guna-guna." Or, "Jangan...nanti semuanya dilebihkan ke perempuan!" They didn't know me. Yet they made such statement.
I would rather be a princess of my parents forever than becoming Raja Sehari if that is the mentality.
Let it be, until someone accepts me as I am.
Accept where I'm coming from.
I can't change my origin, kan?
Is there anyone who can materialise the dreams under the sakura trees?
Hehehe. That's so cheap.
I won't go to that extend of finding myself a husband:P
But there's no cherry blossom in Seremban.
Maybe I should go global. Hehe.
No harm in asking kan?
I just want to nurture an Orkid.
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