Foreign Labour

Although Malaysia is a land of plenty, there seems to be a shortage of skilled labourers who are willing, committed and passionate about what they do. Having exhausted our list of contacts and picked our brains for suitable names that would fit the bill, we were still left with several vacant positions that were crucial to the flow of the wedding.

Little did we know that there was this certain clan from Down Under who had taken a keen interest in our wedding and had made it a point to cross the miles to join us on our special day. It wasn't until later that we considered them as candidates to fill in the role of dinner co-ordinators, which they gladly accepted without much persuasion.

Thank you for your accepting this responsibility - we are truly blessed to have people like you assist us, even if you are self-invited guests! :)

Past Midnight

It's set. We've decided on our honeymoon destination and we're booked to fly to the beautiful land of Chiang Mai for our much needed post wedding rest.

As the clock struck 12, the familiar red and white website was constantly refreshed in the frantic rush to secure two of the 500 thousand free seats that were up for grabs. It was only about half an hour later when all systems were up and running and we finally managed to scroll down to the 'December 2007' option from the drop down menu.

Then, there was a bit of a hiccup and we had to re-fill the form requesting for our details. When we thought that we had cleared that hurdle, Anderson's credit cards were declined ... not once, but twice! And so in the end, it was back to Jo's good ol' card that had to bear the brunt of the damage.

Well, at least we can now move on to looking for places to go and things to do when we're there. Any suggestions?

Fuelling the Romance

A romantic walk in the night. A lubricant bottle in one hand, the shoulders of your fiance in the other. Walking in the still of the night, stars above shining its rays upon us, as we look for love and fuel. Staring at each other's eyes, talking, thinking, 'We are so glad we found each other ... but will be more glad if we can find a petrol station'.

Three Months

Three thought provoking months for Jo to conceptualise and decide on the most expensive gown she will ever wear. Three painful months of strict discipline for her to look less like a Michelin tyre man. Three months of self denial to the ever-so-tempting spread of local cuisine.

Does it have to resort to this?