first selfie with a minister, i think

I don't know how true this is, but my dad has been telling me since forever that I have some Indian blood in me because my paternal grandfather is Indian. But really, it doesn't matter to me because all I could remember is that... he spoke to me in Malay. As much as I don't feel like any part of me is Indian, of course certain things have proved that I am somehow partially Indian.

Deepavali just passed and I didn't really have that many Indian friends until recently. My friends were mostly Malays and Chinese, and I'm glad along the way in this life, God has gifted with amazing Indian friends. Some who are so dear to me, I hope our friendships last till we are in heaven. Insha Allah.

Last Saturday, the mentors from MAEC were invited to a Deepavali lunch and I agreed to go to this event because... FREE FOOD. Truthfully, it's because my friends wanted to go and they wanted to go for the food. Never say no to free food, this is why I find it so hard to lose weight. And let's be honest, Indian food isn't really a good choice if you're trying to lose weight.

So the Deepavali lunch was probably (as far as I can remember!) my first Deepavali event that I have attended and hosted by the government, kinda.

This was my first serving.

(Yes I went for a second round, I substituted rice with cheese naan and added tandoori chicken as well.)

The food was fine. I was so freaking hungry so I didn't pay much attention to the taste. I just wanted to fill my stomach. I didn't eat breakfast before that, so the moment I arrived, I went to the table assigned to us, put my bag and rushed my friends to the area where they served the food. I WAS THAT HUNGRY GUYS. Thank god it was a buffet, not a course meal.

So many things happened during the lunch. I laughed so much with them, had some catch up session.

I went on stage once because Rhea really wanted to do so. (My friends wanted to go up on stage to sing Bole Chudiyan and I was somehow included into the group. They're so crazy!) So I participated in this game where you have to fit in as many ladies as possible inside a sarong. I got myself in that sarong and damn the aunties were no joke. I was clearly the smallest one in the group. We had to dance to the music while being inside that sarong. I somehow ended up in the middle, and aunties were grinding on me for a good 10 minutes. No joke, it felt like I was partying in a club. Those aunties were definitely party animals back in their young adult days!

This selfie was one of the highlights of the day.

Kashib and Rhea are both taking law and gosh they are so good with their words. Instead of going to Mr Murali and ask him for a selfie, he went to the minister and said, "Mr Murali, do you want to take a photo with me and my friends?" And then this photo happened. I can safely say that this is my first selfie with an MP up close. Right after all the craziness, Kashib confidently went like, "He wanted to take a photo with me guys."

Such friends. Still, love them so much.

Happy Deepavali to all my Hindu friends out there!