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Here’s How You Get Married in Malaysia
So we visited the registry of marriages in Malaysia to get our forms stamped or something. I’m not sure that the lady behind the counter was doing, but it looked like she had done it so many times, she could probably do it in her sleep because she was yakking away with the other staff there.
Get this, before that we were downstairs at some oath-taker’s office to swear that both of us had never been married before or divorced or current married or actually aliens in diguise. This oath-taker dude stamped his name on our form and asked for 5 bucks without ever us ever swearing any oaths.
Total time elapsed: 15 minutes!!!
That’s how you prepare to get married in Malaysia. I’m shocked at its ironic efficiency. It’s like a well oiled giant boulder. Well done - Malaysia Boleh! I really mean it.
Interestingly, I was looking at this billboard which had photographs and names of all the couples who had registered to get married. It’s there so anybody can object if such a need should arise (eg. That’s my sister-in-law getting married to some daft bugger!!!). I note with great interest that 60% of the couples consisted of middle-aged/elderly chinese men getting married to sweet young things from Vietnam. Schhhwinggg!
After that we brought my mudder–in-law shopping at Chinatown (O.G lah, where else?). I think as you grow older, it gets harder to buy clothes especially if you’re female and overweight. I told her to go to a tailor but the old lady never listens to me. Sponsor her also so difficult. I think Chinatown is full of clothes for elderly people. The fashions there are rather… err… ghastly.
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