Kampung awak dekat mana?

When ppl ask me about my kampung, more often that not i'd tell them its Negeri Sembilan. Because thats where I go back during raya. When ppl ask me where i live, id answer Gombak or KL, with my mother. When ppl ask me where I come from, I always answer KL. Whenever ppl ask me the first question, I have never been mistaken as someone who lives in Negeri Sembilan.

One day, I was asked by this lady, kampung dekat mana? As usual, my answer would be Negeri 9. Little did I realize I was sending the wrong message. While we were having lunch, she asked my husband a question which ticked me off:

Lady: So, kerja dekat KL dekat mana?

Husband: Cyberjaya

Lady: Bawak wife duduk KL sekali ke? Wife tak kerja dekat KL?

Husband: Tak lah, dia kerja jugak.

Me (dalam hati): Actually lady its the other way round. I bring my husband to live with me in KL. I have NEVER stayed anywhere outside KL except when i was in the states. Dude what do I look to you?

*I was wearing tracksuit and 0versized t-shirt and under no circumstances to wear babyTs and skirts*

I thout that was it, again. I tell you I was wrong.

Lady: Macam mana duduk KL?

Husband: OK ajer..

By this time Ive already tuned out. I dont need to hear that.

Honestly that really ticked me off. Prolly it was the fact that I was unable to say that I am actually from KL. Not that theres anything wrong with living in negeri 9 or other places in Malaysia sabah sarawak included, its the thought that i had looked like someone who "followed my husband everywhere he goes and is not working and is fat and pregnant" really reallly realllyyyyyyy ticked me off.

Im sorry if I had offended anyone, its totally not my intention. =D And I know I sound shallow.

There's nothing wrong with being a housewife and pregnant. You guys make good mothers and wives compared to me I am sure. Its just I dont like being seen as one just like I hate ppl who call radio stations and tell sappy stories.

Hehehehehehe... Anyways Ach got tired of me yapping over and over again about this. Sebab tu kena tulis blog sebab its going to be a very2 long time before I get over it. Muahahaha...

And one more thing: I absolutely despise being called mak buyung/ mak yong. Reminds me of a whale. Oh and to be referred to as orang rumah. geez tak bes.