The Bridezilla: Part Two

How did I, a good natured person become such an evil person? How did I become a Bridezilla? Many years ago, while I was studying in Melbourne, I was hooked onto a TV reality show, BRIDEZILLA. J, my live-in-partner then (my hubby now), told me..."Oh my God, U are going to be like that!!" I was like HELL no way!!!...well...J, could see the future...J could see me rite thru...J knew who I really was. I mean, I know I am an anal person, a neat freak, a perfectionist, but no one can be a perfectionist.

J and I knew we were gonna get married; we knew it was the next thing to do after being together for 5 years. So things just fell into place naturally, we went to pick out my diamond...I picked out my own setting design for my "almost" perfect stone. What came as a huge surprise when we were back in our Melbourne home when one morning with his whale breath, J turn over and woke me up, gave a corny love speech to me which neither he or I can remember and ask me to marry him. WAIT A MINUTE!!! I tot that MY diamond ring was back in Malaysia being set; I can't say YES right now...I need a ring on my finger. Well...he bought a substitute ring for me...how sweet can J be sometimes...OF coz I sed YES... duh!! but he did took me by surprise....tears, kisses, hugs and all... yadda yadda yadda...I got my engagement ring and I think I misplaced my substitute ring. (note to self: find the substitute ring by end of 2006).

After I got my rock sometime in May 2005, I started building castles in my head on my dream wedding... I wanted many things... I wanted a beach wedding attended only by close friends and favoured family members only, well... that castle was not approved by the council, so scrap that. I immediately started looking around for reception venues for both Penang and KL, seeing that J is from KL. I also got a good advice from a very good friend of mine, both of us equally anal. She asked me to get a wedding planner. Hhhmmmm...that never occurred to me a bit to hire a wedding planner, I tot I could be a hero and do it all by myself. But she sed I am better off with a planner...AGREED!

Oppsss I got side track… let see…how did I became a Bridezilla. Well…one thing is for sure when we met our wedding planner, I wanted to be “the” PLANNER. J tot I was nuts…why would you wanna hire a wedding planner when you yourself wanted to plan, organize and execute. That was the first sign!!

The Bridezilla: Part One

My short lived life as a Bridezilla is over... or is it?

What is a "Bridezilla" you may ask? Well...take an ANAL Bride-to-be, add it with the stresses of planning a wedding or a wedding festival to make sure it is BETTER than perfect, plus a slacker-husband-to-be who does nothing (in my opinion that is), and many other factors, you get a BRIDEZILLA!!!

24 days ago, I was carrying out my well planned wedding ceremony (will detailed it out later). Well kinda think of it, it was like a freaking circus!!! With so many traditions, so many reception dinners, a golf tournament, god knows how many luncheons, prayers and the list go on. You would think gosh...woman are you MAD!! But hey that was not it. My dad made MY wedding into his high school reunion. So of course I morphed into a Bridezilla!

To think it will all be over now and my hubby(also know as my man-whore) and I would be on our honeymoon ...NOooooOPES!!! We are still working and still have one more dinner to go...this Saturday nite... apparently for my dad's entire team of staff!!! Well at least I am not involved in planning that. Thank God for that as many people would just died all over again! Then again I kinda like being a Bridezilla....no...I LOVED being a Bridezilla...