Pongal

7.30 a.m.
While my Malay friends were celebrating Maulidur Rasul, we moral students headed off to the field. Puan Saminder a.k.a Teacher Sam started taking pictures of the students with traditional costumes. I brought mine but was too lazy to change. :P My favourite costumes of the day was Jayashantini's (at least that is what i think her name is) blue-ish grey sari and this form 4 chinese girl's cheongsam. She has quite a nice body and she looked petite in it. :) After the so-called photoshooting session, the boys headed out to look for woods * yes, i intend to make it sound Flintstone-ish. Then they were somehow divided into two groups, boys and girls and they all started the fire. Well, they tried to at least. After a few attempts, they had to get the friendly *i have no idea what his position is in the school board* man to help start the fire. The Boys' group managed to start the fire first. The fire in the Girls' group is well .. not starting. I was so excited i hopped back and forth between the two groups. You must be wondering why was i so excited when i don't even understand their language. Haha. I guess my understanding of Tamil and body language ain't so rusty after all. When the Girls' fire were FINALLY started, they poured a bottle of milk into the pot and started cooking it. Then this Chinese boy, Sing, came over and offered to help. He can be a little annoying sometimes but he was probably the most supportive Chinese among the others. Anyway, the smoke were so strong that it had everyone in tears. All those macho boys were crying ! Can you imagine ? Haha ! It was hilarious ~ When the pongal is put in, this Indian guy, Loga *not sure of the spelling* a.k.a Padayappa was sitting in front of the fire fanning. When he couldn't take the smoke anymore, he stood up wanting to leave but didn't realize that he was stepping on his veshti. His veshti fell to his legs and was dragged along as he walked. His friends tried to stop him from walking but his eyes and nose were burning so he had to push them away. When he realized what had happened, he was SO EMBARASSED .. We all laughed so hard he had to turn away .. After that people kept laughing and won't stop asking if his veshti was tied properly. Good thing he had his school pants on or else ... :O After stirring for quite some time, the two pots of pongal were ready to be served. The rice was a little hard but it was sweet. The whole point of this activity was for us Chinese to learn about their culture and eliminate racism. It was an amazing experience and i wish to do again, this time i would definitely dress up traditional. ;) Hopefully you'll be there to celebrate with me :)

XOXO,
Inez