i married an indian

yes i did.

although he claims he is italian (in jest of course). so to those of you who said my son looks mat salleh, well, the husband's response is "i dont know why people are surprised. i am italian whatttt!" ptoooiii!!

anyways, although indian, he loves western dishes especially italian (surprise, surprise). he does have some favorite indian dishes though but luckily, he doesnt expect me to cook it. well, i think it would be nice if i learned how to but earlier, in ensuring that he doesnt expect me to be the subservient little woman, i said that i would learn on condition that HE learns it first & then he can teach me. so, i am proud to announce that the husband has been taking cooking lessons from his mom. & i stand around making susu & cooking porridge for my son haha.

i dont have any major issues with this inter-racial marriage. & for that i am lucky & grateful. my in laws too are liberal & mature & modern about multi-racial relationships. i see a lot of chinese, eurasians, malays, mat sallehs & even filipinos in the mix. so its all good.

however, both of us feel a bit sad that our individual cultures probably won't pass down to our children. ya lah... as it is, neither of us speak our own native languages. although we do understand them some. & its sadder for me still because i'm away from my hometown & removed from the every day cultures of my people. at least, for the husband, his family is still around even if they speak mostly in english.

the husband even wanted to get a sri lankan maid so that our son can speak tamil. which by the way, is not his native language. gilos. luckily i managed to dissuade him from really going through with it. i dont want to have communication issues with my maid anymore than i would already be facing.

speaking of getting in touch with our roots, i made the husband agree to wear the traditional kadazan costume. & in fact, i did suggest it for our wedding as well but he was adamant about not having to change outfits every few hours. lazy bum. so last christmas, we finally did take a family picture of us clad in the black-gold-red outfits.

my next project is to get a picture of us in the traditional indian costumes. which yes, i also suggested for our wedding but mr. eksyen said "no. i'm not gonna." party pooper. so, i gots myself a sari from india. no i didnt go there --i pesan from his cousin. & im gonna see if i can get one made for my son --not a sari lah. a jeepa i think they call it (looks like a punjabi suit for men like that). & the husband? hmm... maybe he can pinjam from someone lah i guess. well, its not like he would ever ever wear it ever again anyways. actually for me also, i dont know when i'll find an occasion to wear a sari. with a baby summore. i might trip & fall flat on my face. how embarrassing that would be. but whatever, i wanted one & i got one. but first i need to get the blouse sewed for me.

i hope someone gets married soon so i can try on my sari for size. hehe.