and then there are those days...

one of my good friends from uni got married on saturday. and me and another one of our close friends from uni were part of the bridal party. it was an all day affair and super tiring but pretty fun.

it was also nice to catch up with a few other uni friends who were invited to the wedding. some of 'em i hadn't seen since graduation over 4 years ago. others i've seen bout 2 years ago.

there are days when i relish the fun and freedom that singlehood brings... and then there are those days when i'm in a mild state of "panic" and think that there must be something wrong with me when i realise that everyone in my class is bout to be married or married and procreating and that even the undeniably least attractive and weirdest guy in the class is "seeing someone".

i do believe that my close friend from uni and i are the only ones left in the class that are still single and unattached. and even then, i consider myself worse off 'coz my close friend from uni was close to marrying her ex boyfriend before they broke up bout 6 months ago.

i definitely needed a drink... or two... or more...

after the wedding was over, my close friend from uni and i decided to head out to party a lil since we were in the vicinity. i don't really mind partying with her though admittedly it's strange since she doesn't really party as in the dancing queen type. which kinda usually makes me more self conscious 'coz i'm used to a certain way of partying that usually includes plenty of dancing. and i guess when i'm partying with her, i'm not in my full party sparkle mode.

or maybe i've just lost my mojo in general. at least it certainly seems like it.

but we did have a few guys come up to chat with us. and on the whole it was pretty fun...

there are days when i think i'm ready to "date" again... and then there are those days when i hear a song in the club like snow patrol's chasing cars which reminds me of drummer boy and how he liked the lyrics that went "would you lie with me and just forget the world" that causes me to ache and makes me wonder if i really am truly ready to move on.

i really wished i didn't have those days. i wish for those days when i'm happy, carefree and unjaded. where time is on my side and i'm a lil less closer to "thirty, flirty and thriving" or if so, at least a lil closer to the flirty and thriving part.