Time ticks on....

 

credits: vogue italia, vogue spain, stolen girlfriends club

I'm into sheer and white and lacey at the moment. And pant suits! So want to shop but it's a constant battle between travel or shopping. Or yes, actually saving money. 

I've been saying that I want to get married at the age of 21 since I was like 17? 

But of course I'm just joking with my friends around me. I don't think it's realistic, esp when I've been living like a nun since God knows when.

Okay that was a joke. I can't be a nun cos I love wearing crazy and revealing clothes.

Again, that was another joke. The only revealing thing about my clothes is the big hole at the top for your head to go through. Potato sack? You know it.

Now what was I talking about before we were talking about my sex appeal (or lack of)?

Oh right. Marriage. 

I've always wanted to get married young because you get to grow with the person and learn and live together, how nice would that be huh?

Yet all too soon, reality comes crashing in like waves of cold sea water on a stormy day.

I'm turning 21. Already. Before you know it, I'll have grey hair.

But the strange thing is, I'm not rushing with the urge to merge. 

I'm content in a place where I am now and if I do get together with someone then all the better to share my happiness with him. 

So yes,

I'm chasing dreams, not diamond rings.