She’s Thai, and I’m Malaysian. In less than two months’ time, it will be our 3rd anniversary of being together. Mostly importantly, we will be tying the knot.
This is something I feel we’ve been prepping forever. From buying the ring to getting engaged, to selecting the wedding dates and to making our pre-wedding photoshoot happen, so much effort has gone into every little aspect and detail of our wedding leading up to its actual days. In fact, everything is happening so fast it feels so surreal.
The whole process involves a lot more steps and procedures given this is an international marriage. Not that we’re perfectionists in any way. We are not, and we know that unless you’re rich enough to make money work for you, there is no such thing as being perfect when it comes to a wedding that involves two cultures and nationalities.
This whole international relationship thing that often looks sweet on the surface and is constantly glamorised, is more than what it seems.
For me, the whole process hasn’t always been rosy and straightforward. There is so much that I’ve encountered and learned in the process, something which I believe will continue on even after our marriage.
Among the less pleasant encounters in my journey to getting married, for one, it is inevitable to have some conservative relatives or friends who would be shocked to find out that my fiancé and I are going to have our wedding ceremonies done on two separate dates, the first and the grandest of which is going to be done in Thailand against the norm of the patriarchal Malaysian Chinese society.
“But I thought being a Chinese and a guy, you should be doing it here [in Kuching] first,” one individual said to me, referring to my hometown in Sarawak.