Just when I'm getting comfy with the idea of being single, I'm suddenly surrounded with hype about getting attached between the ideal ages of 21-25.

From what I can gather of fuzzy half-conversations, the reasons cover a multitude of implications concerning childbearing, the cannot-help-it-unwillingness-to-change-that-is-characteristic-of-old-age (read: stubbornness), the time period needed for 2 people to bond and grow together through hardships while young and... and... for the life of me, I just can't remember the rest of week-old chatters which I had listened to nonchalantly while the rest of my single peers wring their bare hands trying not to worry.

My mum can only look on in something toeing the lines of exasperation as she laments about how her mind won’t be at ease until she 把 阿 琪 嫁 出 去 so I wont be her dai ji anymore. Thanks Mummy. Still, it tugs at me that she’s voicing this now. Whatever happened to “in this day and age, women don’t need to rely on men” she preached 5yrs ago. Maybe I haven prove that I can be independent. Maybe I’m not. And knowing her, no matter how independent and secure I am in future, she’ll still worry.

Anyway, so much for planning to deck my bachelorette pad with shades of off-whites / light greys / warm browns, soft lighting, dark brown furniture, floaty fabrics, vintage pieces, keepsakes from my travels, wood flooring, a hugeass mirror for dance, a swing like the one from my childhood, a photo gallery wall and pieces of art lovingly put up and handpainted by my adopted child.

If my dogearred copy of Ikea catalog can flap its wilted pages like tongues, it'll tell you that I have been giving this a lot of thought. Perhaps waaay too much thought, considering the house isn’t an asset (surprise surprise, I do remember this from Rich Dad, Poor Dad after all) Ok so I'm joking about the adopted child part, extrapolated from a conversation with a friend who suggested we go-for-IVF-if-neither-of-us-are-attached-by-the-age-of-35-but-are-dying-to-have-kids-bwahahaha. Anticlimax: "But I want beautiful kids." *looks up and down at friend*

Deco aside, I want a space called my own so that I can live life out like this:

If I can do housework while dancing like that, my abs would have shown and my room spick and span by now.



Omgosh, did I mention it’s my dream to travel? Maybe I can try joining an MNC next year and see if there’s a position that requires me to jetset around the world, designing something out of nothing from inspiration on my Mac, anywhere and everywhere. Next question would be to ask God how does this really serve Him and if this is according to His plan for me.

So yea, in short I was content. No men, no dates, no mess - perfect.

“Ironically, for many singles even the most casual of dating relationships is more obligation than they care to shoulder. They’re kissing dating goodbye” but for all the wrong reasons. Instead of not dating because they’re waiting to pursue a committed relationship, they’re not dating because dating itself is too much commitment.” ~ Josh Harris

Correction, I'm not dating because I'm waiting to pursue a committed relationship (which will only happen once I identified what I want) AND because dating itself is too messy. Let's just be friends first. *shoulder punches random guy friend*

Ok before I go on further, I shall finish up this book first. I feel I have yet to reach the punchline that'll speak to me.



Adios. Later gator!