Inherited qualities

Well, as I mentioned earlier, I joined the Power Race yesterday (for the University’s Bulan Kualiti), that needed me to run around the campus, and complete the tasks at the checkpoints. Mine was just abseiling, not a big thing for a former cadet like me. Anyway, we got the consolation prize, not bad for the first timer!

Speaking of Kualiti/Quality, I believe everybody has their good and bad qualities, and most likely they are inherited from the father or the mother.

1. Impatience with new things (ketaq tak dan-dan)

By genetic transmission, I suppose I got it from Abah. Hahaha. (Wei, Bettyone… Kokokularigagahberani… is@r, dont u tell Abah!!!) :P

We siblings used to complain why Along was so in rush to remarry, as if there’s no tomorrow. Ina is also the same-she’d put on her newly bought clothes top to toe and stand for hours in front of the mirror, planning how to wear it the next day. Not to mention the ketaq-ness of those people in the links above la. Hahaha

Well, we kept saying “Where did she get this quality from?” (Mana la dia turun penyakit ketaq ni tak tau?) and I never realized it.

No…not until one day I was restless, can’t wait for the next day (was it my new shoes or what, I cant remember now)… and MrHubby smiled at me, saying “Now I know that U got it from Abah.”

Hah? How come?

And that was bcoz last month Abah was so eager waiting for the 42” LCD TV that we have promised him. Hehehe. So cute!

2. Hygiene

As for Mak’s side, I’d say…somehow I inherit the hygienic attitude. I might not be madly doing the laundry or washing every leaf of vege prior to cooking like she does. But somehow, I could rage furiously when the home is in mess.

One of the examples was during my confinement, that I was so mad when I went to the kitchen only to find that the floor was a bit greasy. Actually MrHubby has promised to do it earlier, but I happened to go to the kitchen during the delay hence the intense wrath (over sungguh!).

Lucky my friend Dian was there to soothe me before I lost my mind and ended up ‘gila meroyan’. U know la… ladies in confinement kan fragile. Heee…Nauzubillah..

Now that I have Cikebum, I could see that when at the dining table, he always says “Osh ennnn…” (read: Wash hands!)

That is sometimes when he is still undone with his meals. And he refuses to drink his milk when his mouth is still not wiped after having his oat breakfast, saying “Taknak…comot!”

I know-it’s a good quality. But when it is not yet time to ‘osh ennn’…finish up your meal first la. Haihhh… Penat layan dia!!!

Now u tell me what qualities have U inherited from your parents? My siblings and I do talk about it when we gather and aside from the bonding experience, it’s fun bcoz we really know whom are we talking about :P