So I've got an upcoming wedding to attend this Saturday. And I'm done wondering if I'll ever get married because I just realised a while ago that I'm not ready to settle down. I'm having too much fun to get serious :) So that's a good thing 'cos I won't keep obsessing about finding Prince Charming on his whiter-than-SKII-whitening-mask horse. I am having fun and I just hope I get as much out of my twenties as possible, before I turn into an obsessive-compulsive-middle-aged-matron.

I feel like I'm really experiencing life now. Like I've just been let out of a cage. I spent so many years behaving myself, trying to be the good girl, living up to everyone else's expectations, doing the whole go-to-uni-get-a-degree-and-then-a-groovy-job thing. I don't think I've enjoyed myself yet. I'm not saying the whole process of doing the above was not enjoyable. Most of it was. But I'm saying that I haven't let myself go. I haven't released myself to be myself, to do the things I always wanted. I want to wake up and feel absolutely sensational. I want to run with the wind (ok, take the drama out of that) and shout my lungs out in the middle of a busy New York street. I realise that at the end of all this, I may end up back at square one, feeling no less fulfilled. But I want to experience life. I want to LIVE. I want to stop being a repressed fuddy-duddy. Just for once. I want to BE.

Just for once.