BUT being the ones who are going to be married in less than a year puts Clement and me in the limelight constantly. People tease about our relationship and more people ask when are we tying the knot. In the beginning it was a tad annoying, the teasing part but now I have adapted the art of ignorance. Because no matter how much I defend myself, I am never right! Why defend? Because my cousins love to accuse me saying that I give preference to only those whom I chose to give. OK maybe they are joking. But not very nice to always use the same condescending words, you know.

So I give a nod, just smile or look blur. Haha! My cousins can be handful to handle at times. They give me the spin around for their pleasure. Last Saturday my cousin brother got married, the one whom my other cousins are not to close with, but we made it to his wedding (lol!), right up to the reception.

But there was anticipation drawn over our faces, all the 10 faces. The anticipation was for the after dinner party. No! Not at the groom’s place but Minnale, an Indian pub in KL. WHOA NELLY right?! Haha! The best part was that at least half of us had this plan on our minds few weeks before the wedding and broke the silence during a get together two weeks before the wedding. After careful planning as it was crucial that only we could know about it, we actually finally made it to MInnale! And I started writing this after returning from the ever-so-energizing club at 6am. I just couldn’t sleep as my locks were wet after a nice hot shower.

It was fun and we had fun dancing, drinking and making fun of a few things that took place at the club. Overused, the word for the day created by my funny cousin who is father of two, mind you is HIDUP! The wife thinks there is a deeper to that word and why it was being used. Think, she has a point. Men are after all MEN! Married or single, look-able girls are always a subject. All in all we had a blast. They witnessed some of Clement’s stimulating dance moves (first time for me as well). It was pretty cool.

Oh the ranting about teasing comes into play right about now. Hehe. Clement and I were not allowed to even stand next to each other for more than ten minutes. But managed through the day with less debate since all of them were drunk and into the ‘HIDUP’ conversation. The men gathered on one side and we, the women on the other and started to have serious discussion about the girl who got the title ‘hidup’. Best part I know her! Yup, an old house mate, she is. I couldn’t reveal much, knowing her background and all but said enough and witnessed a few gasps followed by acknowledging nods, and the topic died off. That’s the whole point. Just didn’t want them to go on and on about it. Waste of time, don’t you think?

Then we went to a 24-hour nasi lemak outlet at Petaling Jaya, highly recommended by my brother in law. It’s near Stamford College. I couldn’t eat anything, but the hungry lot savoured the nasi lemak (obviously lol!), fried mee hoon, fried chicken and half boiled eggs. While eating, we were talking about how much fun this was, and how we never do this often. They can’t argue much there because all of us are working and are in different states! We have to take family functions as an opportunity to go out. But we didn’t do it earlier because those house parties were great. JENG JENG JENG. And yes this particular one event was not. So we really grabbed the opportunity. Then the teasing started again, “Next I think we will only meet during Pammy’s engagement.” “But we don’t include them la” “House arrest what they two”

One cousin said we should party in Penang after the wedding next year. “After the wedding, Pammy is the one who will be ignoring us, cause she will go off to her night duty”

I was like o.O

You can hear the gasp and surprise in people’s voices when I tell them that I am a vegetarian for a good 40-day. It gives me a chuckle though. Guess because it’s no biggie to me, since I have been fasting for Lent season since I was a teenager. I usually do more than just being a vegetarian. I sacrifice what I love to indulge the most too such as going to the theatre, savouring ice-cream and chocolates, listening to my IPod, and so on. Devoutly, I followed these teachings learnt from Sunday school, about giving and sharing not only during Lent but of course at all times.

I can’t say I have given anything tangible but I know I fairly did my part as a friend. My girlfriends seek solace in me when the smell trouble a mile away. I am glad I put them at ease and move on with our life that is full challenges. I particularly love Easter because it is a time where I find myself challenged with the temptations of life. It can be as simple as indulging in an ice cream and as difficult as being patient with my folks. Patience. Yes that is something I need the most not only at home but at work too. I know there were times when we want to just give up with everything and everyone around us. But thankfully we jump back to reality when we know there are greater things to be achieved here and now.

After all these, when Easter was finally here, I am yet again faced with another challenge. To keep the same attitude that is. And I hope I will. *thinking if I should be a vegan for good...hmmm*

Easter was celebrated in a simple way at home in Seremban. Folks and I didn’t do anything elaborate but we did all we could to make sure that we were together during this meaningful occasion. All dressed up (I even went to the saloon to get my hair done), we attended the 10.30pm, midnight mass. It wasn’t a clever idea especially when we knew that were going to nod off. Haha! But pass 11pm, I am back to reality. It was a good mass, and I loved the songs to which I gave my all.

Easter day was spent with parents and just lazying around at home. We did some shopping though at Masjid India, for fun, just the ladies. Dad refused to follow knowing that we would take forever to get back home. Instead we convinced my cousin brother, Sara and his friend Sara as well, to bring us. hehe! Hey! They were willing. Our bodyguards while we made a few purchases, and made our way back by 6pm.

Mom cooked spicy chicken dish, vegetables and briyani rice. Nope, there weren’t any Easter egg or big pink bunny. We savoured it to the very last bit and watched the Sunday programmes on Astro all night long.