Forever young

The bed is beckoning me as I contemplate if I should proceed to pen this post. I decide that the burning fervour to get this off my chest largely exceeds any other desires that are seemingly wanton in comparison.

I THINK AGE IS CATCHING UP WITH ME...

It's scarier than an epiphany, hits one harder than a sudden revelation.. It screams at you when all your friends talk about now during gatherings is work, they suggest which savings or investment plan you should get, when to get hitched, what anti-wrinkle cream to use!

As if it's not bad enough, you find out your secondary school friend is a mother of one kid, you bump into your university mate who's preggers, your sister's tuition teacher(who is your age) passes you his wedding invitation, your college mate buys a house in anticipation of marriage with his long-time girlfriend...

All these when all I think about is if I should get that dress which looks like what Sienna Miller wore to the Oscars; if I should blow a few grand on a Dior Gaucho; which movie I should catch; where I should head for high tea.. frivolous frivolous frivolous...

I wish I'm still a teenager.. sans the fat physique and the pimples and life will be wonderful.