Saturday, October 01, 2005

Of Kebaya and Kurung

You know, there is still a great number of norms and customs that I observe when I go back to my ancestral home in Melaka, one of which includes making sure that I dress up appropriately when visiting my elders. That would mean a modest baju kurung with headscarves and strictly no pants.
I learned that the Malays have this romance with the kain after having graduated from loincloths and/or whatever the people from the early age wore that is before the discovery of woven fabric. For the women, it was the kemban that was synonymous with the image of a Malay girl living on treehouses as recorded in post-colonial history books. Kemban is actually a Balinese traditional attire before kebaya came about. People from various parts of the archipelago were also big on this strapless, shoulder-baring sensual concept of beauty. In fact before the internet age, before anything electronic came into being, kemban-clad girls were the subject of interest for raging testesterone.
With the influx traders coming from all ends of the world, the Malays began to conceal most of their bodyparts with different fabrics and styles. Islamic traders who spread the word of Islam further encouraged people to cover up. The adaptation from jelabiyya and whatever the far east and west brought upon our shores was localised and soon became part and parcel with adat istiadat. After years of wearing kain batik, pelikat, dewangga or what have you, somebody adapted the style of salwar kameez and made pants out of the sarongs by cutting and sewing the middle part of the sarong creating what we know today as seluar. Of course by this time the Malays have seen the practicality of wearing pants. However it was never questioned why women at that time could not wear pants. These pants are then paired with slip on blouses that probably have Gujerati and Chinese influence. We girls got stuck with the airy and sometime clumsy kain worn with whatever that can kurung and ikat our body.
Baju kurung have many names based on its specific style namely cekak musang, teluk belanga, empat saku, pesak sebelah, gunting jubah, kancing tujuh, and belah bentan. Depending on one's social strata, during the days of our forefathers, the penghulu adat will make sure one observes adat pakai Melayu, which simply means that there is a certain way one should dress according to one's social protocol. In other cultures, dressing up a lady in the past has always been a tad bit tedious. In adat pakai melayu, dressing up a man is taxing nonetheless. Imagine, upon discovering that the seluar, before the invention of thongs and CK briefs, orang kebanyakan were only allowed to put on thin and cottony fabric, so in the hot sun, what's beneath the seluar leaves very little to the imagination. So it was ruled that the baju and seluar has to be worn with a samping. The anak raja, pembesar and orang patut-patut could wear their samping kneelength while the orang kebanyakan must wear theirs labuh. In fact, kita-kita dan awak-awak (people like you and me) were not allowed to dress flamboyantly while the upper class had to observe different ways of wearing the destar, tanjak, keris among other ceremonial gears. There were issues of color, material and susun letak to be considered when dressing up.
Another well known baju is the kebaya. Even the kebaya has an interesting history. Said to have been inspired by the abaya, or long overcoat normally worn by Arab women. The shorter and thinner version was made popular in Singalaga, Bali where the kemban girls were advised to slip on a badju and secure the front opening with pins to avoid the roving eyes of expatriate Dutch officers. Soon it became a way to identify who's who. The upper crust and Dutch officials could wear fine fabrics like silk, rich muslin, velvet and brocade, the Eurasians were only allowed to wear white kebaya trimmed with European lace, while the working class and the poor could only wear cotton. Soon the kebaya was made a national symbol for Indonesia, popularized by Ibu Kartini. So much for covering up, the traditional kebaya is worn form-fitting over somekind of body binding or corset, together with a wraparound figure hugging sarong, major hindrance for movement and breathing. One would think, hey, sensual beauty through restrictive clothing has become a thing of pride. Clothes for menfolks continued to be breathier and lighter and more comfortable(thanks to the Ozzies and other beach culture, Malay men nowadays wear bermuda shorts more often than pulicat).
There are many types of kebaya too date, for example, the kebaya pendek nyonya-style that Kak Endon is actively bringing back to life, and then there is the kebaya labuh, also a Nyonya style, where an anak baju is worn under long loose fitting blouse, with kerongsang and cucuk sanggul. In Indonesia, there are a great variety of kebaya for various occassions. The Sundanese version is the most popular, while the Kebaya Kota Baru is often associated with old peasant village women, The Javanese potongan lurus is appropriate for the more ample bodied. Remember when Megawati Sukarnoputri was sworn in, she wore the tight fitting Sundanese version which was considered a major fashion and istiadat faux pas. Rules, oh , rules....pening!
Nowadays, the possibility of improvising traditional kurung and and kebaya is endless. They have been improvised and metamorphasized to myriads of fashionable extravaganza. Some designs even goes back to zaman tak cukup kain and zaman orang tak pakai baju.
Both kebaya and baju kurung are often associated with propriety and manners. While the former became highly controversial because of its form-fitting nature, the latter is often associated with religious festivities.
Ramadhan is just around the corner, my baju kurungs are ready for Hari Raya.
Leher bertebuk bulan-bulan,
bersulam insang pari,
yang ada tulang belud,
yang itu jari lipan,
disemat kancing sebutir,
buah baju tunggal-tunggalan,
yang ada bulat menelur burung,
bertangkai menudung petai,
serba molek dibawa majlis dipakai santai
potong pesak gantung
paras lutut kelam bayang melintas anjung
kain bersusun ombak mengalun
tertib langkah sopan santun
cantik berseri baju kurung
tatarias adat pakai Melayu
pantas anggun buang yang canggung
Maka berkata orang tua-tua....
Kain Melaka dua hasta
Baju raja ke Inderagiri
Bukannya malu dipandang muka
malu hamba diri sendiri
P.S : Kak Tenah, a peek into my shiok sendiri activities.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

One Last Bit

I have typed and retyped yet I cannot make myself write about anything else but my romance with food. What can I do? It is not my intention to be a bad friend and entice you with graphic details of the the junk I stuff my face with, oh my dearly beloved expectant expatriate friends, nor am I trying to be cheeky parading my foodie adventures on this page much to the dismay of friends who are trying to psyche up for Ramadhan. Please be kind enough to let me blog about my recent meetup with friends and then I can breathe easier and try to blog about other things, okay.
Moving on very quickly now.
Last Friday, I made plans to meet Uja at Qi Ji, Century Square for a little tete-a-tete over Chinese snacks. I just had to see her again because the last time we met I did not have the chance to pass the kiriman hugs from all across blogsphere since it was really a wham bam thank you ma'am kinda meetup. This time around, we had only two hours before Uja had to speed off to JB for another makan sakan gig. But it was enough to expand my girth all directions like an aerated balloon. I was a little early so I decided to browse around at Exclusively Hers, the whole floor dedicated to all things girly wurly. So I tried that little black thingy in the size I am so accustomed to wearing ( and I am not going to tell you what size I wear), and found it oh so oversized!!! I had to get it in two size smaller!! Wowee...And I am proud to say, I was not in any GI or diet save for ganti puasa. And by now, you all would know what and how I eat right?? That's a morale boost indeed. Dropping dress sizes, having eaten so much at that. So I rewarded myself with that nice black thingy, and a long beaded necklace to go with it. I leave it to your imagination how I would use that necklace.
While wrestling and detangling the knotted lil black thingy out of my ample anatomy, Uja called to tell me she's reached Qi Ji. Made my purchase and ran down to my favourite place to buy goodies for my inlaws. And there she was, looking ravishingly fresh, not unlike those faces you see stepping out of spas and beauty parlors. Mind you, this lady knows where to go to have a little girly pampering for the price of a regular meal. So rather than that perfunctory so-called professional handshake we just threw our bumpers at each other and locked in a oh-so warm an embrace, I was on the verge of getting sappy not unlike a grandmama. And then just like the last time we met, Uja asked me the question that's a sure fire way into my heart,
"Apa kau nak makan?", what do you want to eat?
So we ordered giant popiah basah, with prawns and extra chilli, soon kueh and chee cheong fun. We had to stop at that before I go overboard and order mee siam, mee rebus, tauhu goreng and what nots. So like a guru besar, Uja told me to cerita-ceriti because she was in the mood to listen. That wasn't very hard. You know how I can bebel kan? And I have grown up to be quite obedient, you know?( Iza Sofia! Stop sniggering this instant!!!)
After we makan until we terbodoh, Uja suggested that we look for some chi-chi coffee and chit chat some more. She made me order low-fat latte, and I halfheartedly obediently said okay. Low fat and Nazrah don't really get along. But then Uja's gebang prowess kept me captivated. While I gulped my low fat latte to the last dregs, oh, I pimped it up with extra syrup, Uja only drank half of hers. Hey this woman on a diet or what? Yes Ayu, I know, I know, we should keep a healthy diet. Quit rolling your eyes already. I brought my besar gedegak camera but sadly, I forgot to load the battery in. So no pictures lah, Uja took some, so maybe I'll post them later.
A latte and potato chips later, it was time to go. So we did a major boink-boink hug session, one from Kakteh, one from Ely, one from Maknenek and one from me before we parted ways. Ha? Empat aje dia tanya? Well, let's just say the whole of Sentraal Station was there in my big embrace.
After that I went to the supermarket to get some groceries, and picked up some more goodies for the peeps at home where a dinner of assam pedas was waiting for me. We were all so stuffed that immediately after isya' it was lights off!!
The next day CA enticed me to follow him to this aquarium at Upper Changi Road to view this 2 foot tank, before which he had wanted me to try out this new Yong Tau Foo joint. It's called La Mian Yong Tau Foo. I must say it's a pimped up place for fish products in somekind of soup. I have pictures but blogspot won't let me upload. Bleargh! And oh, CA bought another fishtank. Please God, save my poor soul! As if 11 children was not enough! You wonder why Aishah has no adik? She has 10 tiny swimming ones...all with the same hippie freestyla temperament!
So anyways, days passed before I could blog again, yet feeling somewhat cautious about writing too much about food. Somewhere in between writing new songs, nursing migraine and PMS, I managed to arrange a reunion with a long time friend Aminah Azira. She had just found my blog recently. I got to know that we got hitched to dashing Singaporeans( kasi kembang sikit cik abang tu) around the same time and that she's been in Singapore about the same number of years I have.
I remember Minah as that cute lil girl with ponytails who really loved cats. There were so many feral cats back then at MRSM Beseri. Imagine, everytime we had a meal 2-3 cats would be waiting inches away from our trays hoping to share our nasi kawah. So some people actually decided to make it a huge project to basmi kucing from our campus. So together with a girl named Farina,who if remember correctly is a daughter of a vet, ganged up to save as many kitties as possible, while another group of kids chugged those poor unsuspecting feline into gunny sacks to be disposed off at the town market. I also remember Friday afternoons in a communal bath, well, it's actually the typical kolah air that 10 people can waddle in. So before the people of Block A washed the kolah as a weekly ritual, they were kind enough to let me bedebush in the pool with them. I was a Desa Ekhwani illegalos.
So we planned to meet after 13 years. The umpan was sup kambing Upper Boon Keng. So happens that CA was taken ill that day, the severe heat was really getting to us poor poor migraine sufferers. But then he had to pop in at the office for a while. So he drove us to Minah's house. When I got there, I got the lift system mixed up but finally found her place. The door was open but nobody was there. Aishah and I gave salaam and yoo hoo-ed but there was no answer. Maybe she was nursing. So I just made myself comfy on the steps outside her house and played pat-a-cake with Aishah, giggling and thinking about all that excitement over a few pieces of pancakes elsewhere in the world.
Aaaaanywaaay, I decided to text Aminah after 15 minutes and she called me back telling me that she's on the way home. Yeay! My soup, my soup!
So we got comfortable as soon as I was invited in. Lovely,lovely home. And lovely, lovely time I had. Gedabak Gedebuk, it was makan time, so I assembled my bruschetta and she had let me use her broiler. While waiting for the cheese to melt, I had a grand time playing with Aaqil who is such a darling. He reminds me of Aishah at that age. An Energizer adrenaline machine indeed. As usual looking at baby boys made me feel all broody again.The kids took a while to warm up but there was not that much drama. Good girl, Aishah. You did not terrorize anybody today. Minah was busy setting the table.
Soon after, I walloped lah all the kambing I could eat. Muahahaha. I am glad Minah liked my bruschetta. I had brought fudge cake too but then I thought I couldn't possibly eat anymore as I have had my fair share of cake for breakfast earlier.
Two hours went by like the speed of light. It was time to go when CA rang me to tell me that he's on the way. Little did I know, he was actually savouring tau huay downstairs from Minah's block. And by the way, Minah, the tau huay is one of the best he's ever tasted. Second to my favourite stall at Serangoon Garden. So it had to be au revoir for now....almost getting sappy again, we promised to meet again. Longer this time. I hope to introduce Minah to my Gebang Gang so we can go out and melantak sama-sama. Like Noreez says, the more the merrier!! Some Beseri friends are coming over soon, I can't wait for that too!
Okay, that's it folks. My last post about food until maybe Hari Raya. Please Allah give me strength and inspiration to write about other things. But then this weekend I am meeting my Gebang Gang again. How la dey?

Monday, September 26, 2005

Intermission

You Are 20% Weird
Not enough to scare other people...But sometimes you scare yourself.
How Weird Are You?
God, how do I start blogging about what I have been up to without writing endlessly about how much food I have consumed over the past few days. I think I would spare the horridly delicious details this time, kesian rakan-rakan di benua lain, kempunan nanti...
Be back blogging later in the afternoon. Thought I should update before people get sick of the gebangite entry below.