Wednesday, 24 June 2009
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Day 5 - Homecoming
In Chinese wedding tradition, brides are suppose to return on the third day of the marriage (because they miss their sisters/family and stuff).
Well, this is what my aunt and cousins said:
Usually it's 3 days in the tradition, but we are busy modern people. So we'll do it the next day while everyone is still on vacation.
So there you go. We are doing it the next day while everyone is still on Duan-Wu break.
I was originally assigned the job of escorting the cousin home, since people would speak ill of bride who's traveling by herself (wow...time warp...we are either in traditional 1800's China or somewhere in Japan, I guess...). That is only so because my cousins could not get the day off. Fortunately for me, who does not recognize my way around, one of the twins (who could also drive!) has the day off. So he picked me up and we were on the way to my cousin’s in-law apartments.My aunt, who intentionally called us at 10am, to remind us that it is the tradition to bring over a fruit basket (again, time warp) as we take the bride home. However, since we started joking around in the car so much, we had completely forgotten about that step until we were almost at our aunt’s place after we picked up another cousin.
My young cousin was seriously stressed that we forgot about that step; I had no idea that he was that responsible. He vowed to make it up later, and we all promised not to tell our aunt.
So…once the bride comes home, we headed for the restaurant. Since we are not very traditional, as soon as she put her foot inside the house we headed for the restaurant because everyone was starving. (Hey, we did bring her home and I got a big fat red envelope for it)
My uncle, once again, picked a restaurant. Everyone was joking about hoping the place won’t flop like the last place we went to.
This dish reminds me of this fish I had a decade or so ago in Taiwan when it was popular to cook fish with a wet towel wrapped around its head.
So the result was the fish head would still be alive and moving while the body is fully cooked.
It was S-C-A-R-Y.
Luckily, I don't think the fish moved.............
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Mi-gao with soft shell crab. Maybe it's the specie of the gluttonous rice, but the same thing just tastes different in US.
I am starting to suspect my family really likes lobster salad as it appears in almost every meal.
Tasted like ro-gun-tang, except it has squid, shrimp, oyster, and stuff in it that makes it taste fishy, but still quite good.
This will conclude my Taiwan trip. I'll write about my later escapades another time.
Recently I have been finding myself more emotional when watching certain kind of things such as a tear jerker movie, hearing some touching story, or stuff like this.
I don't understand why there is this rush inside of me that makes me want to cry.
Maybe I am starting to get more in touch with my emotions or maybe the gay side is really surfacing.
Either way...I am starting to feel like the day when I came hold the tears back anymore is imminent.
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Comments (11)
eat fish with the head still "alive", that can be scary!
i guess you mean your "sensitive" side =P
@onmovement - Bah!
Sensitive schmansitive!
BTW, I can't see your blog anymore since you put on friends lock
@Wangium - come on! you know deep inside you're a big girl! XP
i've released the lock and added you, so you can try adding me again =)
Excellent conclusion to the trip. I have to say, it is funny how your family is both traditional and, when tradition isn't so convenient, quite modern!
Re: the emotional thing, I've noticed the same thing over the past few years. Don't know why; I used to be the prototypical "insensitive" guy. But as of late, I'm much more prone to tears. On Monday afternoon I was meeting with my Thai tutor. We've been reading this Japanese book called "Totto-chan, the Little Girl at the Window". While reading the chapter in which her childhood friend dies of polio, I had to stop. I was on the verge of bawling my eyes out and I wasn't even reading it in my native tongue.
I would have freaked out if someone served me that fish dish (head still gulping for breath).
The "gay side is surfacing"? Maybe you better start carrying a handkerchief or some tissues with you. On a serious note, there are days when I feel like that too. It's usually watching kids or around family occasions and they remind me when my mom was still around.
finally! some emotion out of you! lol.
oh, cool you're in taiwan! i've only been to two weddings, both were chinese (one was thai-influenced, which had cool dancing) and i've always loved the food. weddings are also interesting in the way people who normally don't talk to each other have to talk haha.
@stepaside_loser - Not sure about what you mean, I don't think I've been in situations when people who don't normally talk would have to talk to each other...
Maybe I am just being oblivious
@Wangium - guess it wasn't such a typical chinese wedding thing then! i see it and hear about how chinese weddings always result in inviting everyone in the family tree, to be polite, even if they don't like them
Choose when to cry. Let yourself do it every so often or else you'll lose total control of it. A while back, I started crying at a Video Game music concert, performed by a live Orchestra. They started playing "Starlight Zone" from Sonic the Hedgehog, and with about 6 straight guys around me, I started crying immediately, and couldn't stop until the end of the song. Strong childhood associations =P