I really am sick of the wedding stuff. Of caterers, food tastings, chiffon gowns, favours, flowers, timelines, deadlines and everything damn bloody thing you can think of enroute to the perfect wedding.

Forget pre-wedding jitters.

Soon to be weddeds should be warned about those hyperventilations you get just trying to figure out where to start. And ho ho. Wait till you get to the flowers bit - hydrangeas or lilies or how about a bowl with fishes as centrepieces? Do you prefer garlic butter rice and almond pilaf? Hair up or in a bun? Champagne white or off white? ... ... ...

Thank god I've booked the venue months ahead. I somehow knew I had to have a garden celebration - whimsical with sunburst vibes, elegant but playful - and naturally, especially with Ery's nod of approval when we had the first viewing, we chose Burkill Hall.

This is uncharacteristic of me but here's an advanced thanks to those already involved.

Ery - my hands-on groom
All the seven bridesmaids! Nini - for that excel spreadsheet you did for us. Ezan - for making us wait for hours as you search for your toga gown.
My mummy - for the liberties you give me. the non-judgemental take you have on life. for letting me go.
My sister - for borrowing Martha Stewarts' wedding DVD thrice.
Shiks - for the lovely invites.
To mama - for buying us all those household goods.
Lulu - for designing my gowns and outfits. I want Aidan's lashes and thanks for explaining to me what ampoule is.

And lastly, Hakim my boncit bro - for washing my dishes and making my bed (it helps.)