Marriage seems the topic of conversation at my paternal relatives' lips these days. It doesn't help that I am their eldest, unmarried niece (I think) in Singapore so every Saturday when I meet them, I am asked the same question: "When are you getting married?" or "Got a boyfriend yet?". If the answer is in the negative, a handful will always remind me that when I am married, I should be able to handle, and prioritise, a career and housework properly.

And because those questions or rebukes are not filled with malice, scoff or holier-than-thou attitudes, I am not made to feel pressured.

I am just amused that my relatives are more impatient and anxious to see me married than my parents are.