just some tings.

Raya Feast

Firstly, let me rave about the spread my Muslim neighbour gifted me during Hari Raya last week. There was a beef rendang, an ayam masak merah, a longtong, a sambal sotong with quails egg, beef lung with tempeh and ketupat.

This is the same neighbour who has gifted me food every Raya for the past 3 years. Sometimes she includes desserts too! One year, I had an super awesome yellow basmati rice with rendang. Holey moley. So so so good. To be honest, I do look forwards to it this day every year. hahaha. I’m like ‘BRING ME ALL THE FOOD’

I’m glad we have a great relationship with the neighbours. We have neighbours who watch out for us and we return the favour too. We have contact numbers so in case of emergency, we can just quickly call each other. Hahah, one of my neighbours actually call to tell me that my bedsheets flew off and that it was with her cos her hubby went to pick it up. So funny! But yes, that’s the kind of relationship with our neighbours we have.

And I love it. As a kid, I lived with 13 people in a 4 room flat for a good part of my life before grandma and uncles moved out. During festivities, it was always filled with baking. There would be an elderly lady who baked really good kueh bangkit a few floors up and my mom would go pick up a couple of containers. Our neighbour one floor down would take us in if my mom was going to be home late. We had friends in the next block too, so that was another option if ever.

I made sure that the kids know our neighbours too, who they can go to if they need help. I would take them along with me to the wet market when they were babies, so the vendors have watched them grow up. I was teaching Ollie about money the other day, and gave him some to go buy some soy milk. I watched him order his drink, hand the money over and then run off without taking the change. The vendor had put the money aside and waited for us to go back to her before returning the change.

There’s the vegetable vendor who would put some lighter veggies in a smaller plastic bag just so that QT could hold it. The prata seller who’d ask Ollie how many pieces of prata he wanted and waited patiently for him to answer despite the queue behind us. The fruit seller who gave QT a pear for free because he said ‘dis un!’

The hubby has been iffy about strangers and our kids but with these people that I ‘visit’ regularly, I have no qualms about letting the kids hang around them. It does make me feel that there is a community within our neighbourhood. Makes it more lively to be able to take a walk and say hi to someone you recognise. And all the sharing of the food too. Yummy. Me? I’m always making desserts haha.

Hopefully, these gets translated down to the kids. That there are always people who will help if they are open. Kampung spirit ftw!