Angela's Blog

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"I’m turning 27 soon. Friends and colleagues have started marrying up over the past few years, and people have started to ask when I plan to tie the knot. You see, “plan” is the operative word in all this. My plan was to get married by the time I hit 28 years old.
Girls Will Be Girls
I grew up doing the same things most girls do—attend soireés in high school, indulge in the occasional flirtation with a cute crush, and celebrate a coming-out party on my 18th birthday. Eventually, I dated, fell in love, and got my heart brohappy ken. Throughout all these, I also dreamt of the same things most girls wanted: to find the love of my life, get married, and start a family of my own.
I do feel a tinge of envy when I see dear friends walk down their dream aisles, in their dream dresses, towards their dream guys. The inggit, however, lasts for merely a few seconds. During the next moment, I think: “Oh my! They’re seriously getting married now? Why so soon?”

Don’t get me wrong—I’m extremely brohappy for my friends who’ve decided to tie the knot when they did. But during each wedding ceremony, I quietly wished that the couple did the math and carefully considered the costs of the wedding, the house, the life together, and the kids. Foremost, I fervently wished that before they promised forever, my dear friends had learned to be initially happy by themselves, before attempting to be happy with someone else.
Now, my personal plan is no longer bound by age pegs or “marry” musts. Instead, it involves having enough time to build a career, rake up a good amount of savings, and, more importantly, do all the things I like doing by myself—all before I settle down with someone else.

With my new plan in action, I now get to make decisions for myself by myself. I get to buy solo tickets to concerts, go out with friends without paalam, invest on gadgets without thinking of saving up for anniv gifts, go on impromptu backpacking trips locally and abroad, and spend time with people I wouldn’t have spent that much time with had I been with someone.
Today, I feel that there is no room for self-pity about my single status. In fact, it lets me be flexible and allows me to appreciate things differently. With this independent kind of financial and emotional perspective, I get to immerse myself in whatever mystery or adventure I wish to experience—carte blanche.
While waiting for Mr. Right to come along, I will keep sending my best wishes to coupled-up friends as I enjoy my sensationally sizzling, single life. Although I don’t know when it’ll happen, I know that one day, someone will sweep me off my feet and whisk me away with a promise of a happy-every-after. I also know that by that time, I’ll be able to confidently say, “Yes, I am ready to get married now. Take me!”