service with a smile?

over the weekends I had the unfortunate opportunity to be a kendarat (a waitress of some sort) at my cousin's wedding. now don't get me wrong I am so happy for her and I wish her total marital bliss and all that shit, but people do remember now and then how much I hate attending weddings. you realise I always make a big deal about them here, mostly because I can't find anyone else who sees weddings the way I do.

Mum only told my sister and I we'd be kendarats when we were already in the car. imagine my horror when I found out that I, Fariza Bte Salleh B Hj Mohd B Majeed, would be expected to prance around in my nice clothes and killer heels, at some void deck in Yishun, wiping tables and serving drinks to people I don't even know. this is not a favour you'd expect from a relative, this is a duty you pay Other People to do.

I had to pretend I was happy doing a 'public service for the greater good.' do you know what they call people who do public services for the greater good?

priests. doctors. cleaners. technicians. teachers. bus drivers. not your 19 year old cousin, NOT YOUR 19 YEAR OLD COUSIN!!

but you know, I gotta admit I managed to have some fun amidst all that tiring work. [don't even get me started on the sexist biaseness already. doesn't anyone else have anything to say about the fact that in a Malay wedding, women wait on people and men wash the dishes?? how to maju like that!!] well anyway, I noticed how exceptionally happy my cousin looked, sitting next to her to-be-husband who had this loopy grin on his face. what a sweetheart. what a couple. when I get past all my grumpiness, aching back and perspiration, I suppose I can understand why others love weddings so much. maybe I'll change my mind about them someday? maybe.

for now, all I want to think about is what I'm going to have for dinner tonight, with my kooky boyfriend who drives me mad. marriage, weddings and ROMM will have to wait, baby.