Wedding Morning Photos

I finally got back my photos! Here’s some photos when I went with my heng tai (best buddies) to pick up my wife from her brother’s condo.

The car is coming, and horns are blaring. Nosy Caring neighbours are looking out their units to see what’s going on!

Time for Keith my nephew to open the car door.

Poey Chin’s zhi muis (best buddies) waiting for us. We were late due to a lorry breakdown on the LDP.

Four guys versus ten girls. A bit unfair but we didn’t mind hehe.

We can make this the album cover for my band Painted Picture… if we ever get around to recording. But then… don’t want la. I look a bit like pastor, but in fact the three of them are studying to be full time pastors now.

Our punishment for being late was to arrange the shoes outside the condo. Donny had the idea of arranging it in the shape of a heart.

Her zhi muis provided us some breakfast. First, super concentrated black coffee.

I’m not sure if there was sugar in it, because Lionel drank it all. He ended up being hyper the whole day.

Next we were served some kuih (local Malaysian pastries) modified with a generous helping of ginger, chili sauce, ketchup and some soya sauce.

A jam muffin laced with wasabi. I actually enjoyed this one because I was having a cold and it cleared my sinus system.

They then gave us a cup of apple cider to drink, which happens to be Leon’s favourite since he likes sour stuff.

Mom in law gave me a cup of bird’s nest to drink. Tasted so sweet.

Yes, we made it in the door!

Second stage: Write a poem for Poey Chin, and sing it to her.

The door is open (despite our horrible singing)! Before opening the door I had to call Poey Chin really loud. I called her “BAO BEI!!” (baby). So shy la hehe…

Presenting the poem written with blood, sweat and tears. Okay, maybe there was no blood.

Presenting her bridal bouquet…

My heng tais crying because they are losing a buddy.

Poey Chin pinning the corsage on me. It was quite difficult with her lacy gloves so her friend Sook Fong helped her to do it for me.

Finally, we are united. See how relieved I am? See how happy Poey Chin is?

Before the wedding, I was so stressed about what was happening in the morning. I am thankful that Poey Chin’s friends and zhi muis didn’t give us a hard time.

I feel so exhausted just reviewing the photos. I’ll write about the tea ceremony another day.

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4 Ways My Married Life is Different from Bachelor Life

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The number one question people ask me nowadays (I like it when people ask me this question, because it means they care ! ) is “How is married life?”. I always smile and give my answer in one word. “Different”. Different because life can never be the same again.

It’s hard to describe how it is like in a few sentences. Come on la, it takes an entire blog post for me to talk about it. One of the reasons I’m writing this post is to be a reference for others. Next time someone asks me, I will just say “Please go to the permalink…”.

I have been happily married for more than a month now. I enjoy every single moment we spend together. However my life has changed since my bachelor days. Pastor warned me about this in marriage counselling, and I’m beginning to see what he was talking about.

I’m not complaining, I’m just telling you soon-to-be-married guys what it’s going to be like.

Without any further ado, I present you my list of ways that married life is different from bachelor life. Hold on a second. I just want to record down my strongest protest against people who say “without further ado”, when they are actually furthering the “ado” by saying “without further ado”. Now…

1. Time

Since I have been married, there is no such things as time for myself anymore. I used to be able to spend hours exercising, practicing with my bass guitar, playing video games and surfing the Internet. Nowadays I spend each moment at home with my wife.

We do everything together, and any extra time I have is spent doing house work, helping to cook, washing dishes, tidying the house and watching TV with her.

I do occasionally retreat into my ‘cave’ by sitting at my computer for a few hours, or staying in the toilet playing Sudoku on my Pocket PC. Thank God my understanding wife lets me have my occasional private moments.

However I know I am crossing the limit when I turn on my PlayStation 2.

2. Church

The biggest change for me has to be church. I started attending my wife’s church at DUMC, and it’s totally different from what I am used to. At my previous church, everyone knows who I am and I can serve in the worship team every week.

In DUMC, there are thousands of people. There are probably a hundred bassists in that church. Furthermore, the way they do things is very different.

It’s a different culture and I’m still in shock. I’m like a little fish in a pond that has been thrown in the ocean. A kampong boy who is visiting New York for the first time.

A Shih Tzu puppy taking his first trembling steps out of his house. Luke Skywalker seeing Coruscant for the first time. You get my drift?

I plan to start visiting a cell group regularly to try and fit in better. Thank you dear wife for being so patient with me.

3. Habits

My wife and I have different habits. We are starting to realize that we do things differently due to our family backgrounds. One example is she likes to sleep early and wake up early. I like to sleep as late as possible and wake up as late as possible.

Imagine my shock when she would suddenly go into the bedroom and fall asleep, and I’m thinking “What? So early?” I don’t want her to sleep alone so I have to sleep early too. The next morning, she would wake up so early.

We both have had to learn how to accept each other’s habits. We’re still learning, discovering and adapting.

4. Social Life

I’m a very quiet and homely person, and I hardly socialize. My wife, however is a very social creature. I find it interesting that I am learning to open up more to her friends (and she has a lot of friends). As a bachelor, I would invite my friends over for dinner like once in two years (we normally go out instead).

In these few weeks we have been married, we have had three dinner parties. It’s nice to meet her friends. They’re really fun and outgoing people.

Now having said all this, I must remind you that I am not complaining. I am just saying it’s different. People ask my wife too how’s married life too.

Then they always follow up with “Are you satisfied?”. I’m happy to say that she always says yes with a big smile 😀 *proud*

Now it’s your turn to tell me. How has life been different for you since you got married?

I Hit My Wife This Morning

It was bound to happen. I tried my best to prevent it from happening, but it happened anyway. I wasn’t even aware that I was going to do it. It just… happened. I don’t know how I’m going to sleep in the same bed with her again.

Now my wife is really going to write to Dear Thelma.

We were sleeping on our queen sized bed, her on the left side and me on the right side. It was in the early hours of the morning, and the sun hadn’t risen yet.

Now, I’m sure you realise that people have different sleeping styles. Some sleep like Superman (on their bellies with one hand extended), some sleep like a baby (curled to one side). There are those who sleep like Sleeping Beauty (serene, with hands clasped on their chest).

Some people sleep like Buddha (on their side, one hand resting under their head). Some people sleep like puppies (on their side, hands and legs extended).

My darling wife sleeps with a Zorro style (blanket covering her eyes like she’s hiding her real identity). I sleep with the inverted-Superman style (on my back, one hand extended and the other covering my eyes).

Don’t ask me why we don’t sleep all cuddled up like two bear cubs in winter. (It’s because I can’t afford to switch on the air cond every night). You can see how this sets up the disaster that is about to happen.

My wife was turning towards me, and I was putting right arm over my eyes. The next thing I knew, my right hand shaped like a fist (that’s how Superman flies right?) made contact with her left eye.


My wife straight away started sobbing like a baby (not real tears la) and I hugged her and apologised. She kept saying that I beat her. I was checking if she got a bruise or not, and comforting her. We ended up laughing about it.

So… married guys and girls, how do you keep from accidentally hitting your spouse in bed?

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