Since I was a little girl, I find it imperative to dress properly, just to look nice. I don’t remember when exactly I started, but I remember my parents played a huge role in educating me the importance of “dressing up nicely”.
It was a funny story really, before I hit puberty, I never bothered to dress up. I would always reach out for the first top and pants that were on top of the pile of clothes I owned in my closet. I guess my dad has always been more anal about this habit of mine. He would pass remarks saying “Takde baju lain dah ke????” (Are there no other clothes?) and “Asyik pakai baju sama je?” (Why are you always wearing the same clothes…) and “Kenapa pakai baju lusuh ni?” (Why are you wearing old clothes!) and “Ada ke keluar pakai seluar tidur. Pergi pakai jeans!” (Don’t you even think of wearing your pajamas out. Change into your jeans!).
And I remember I would make sure to dress nicely just to make sure my dad quits yapping on me, haha! My mom is more anal about cleanliness, but she’s also anti-sandals. Like, when we’re going out to the mall and if she catches me wearing selipar jamban (slippers) she would laser-eye me and say “Cubalaaaaah pakai kasut cantik sikit… penat je beli kasut mahal-mahal tapi tak pakai” (Can you wear nicer shoes? What’s the point of buying all those expensive shoes if you don’t wear it) with that syrupy sing-song voice dripping with lethal sarcasm.
Ah, good times.