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dalena | 25 | counting fancies
fmps/rgps/nygh/rjc/smu (biz)
a dancer with mosaic
working at the learning lab
4th feb 1986
dalena@gmail.com
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Friday, October 13, 2006
2:19 am

twenty and lovin' it.


After everything I've seen and thought and talked about tonight, I've never been so glad that I'm only twenty, and not like, thirty, or older. There is such a vast difference in the way you can treat things and people and get away with it at this age, as compared to when you're a whole lot older. In a way, yes, you could call it an abuse of my youth - but hey, whatever that works, works. Right?

At twenty, I'm still able to kick things into a dusty corner, delegate them into abandoned drawers and just continue life in my own carefree way, precisely because I've got so many years ahead of me. At this age, I have yet to hit my prime - in fact, I'm inching closer to it every single day. I'm entitled to flirt and laugh and dance my days away, because I am twenty, still young and full of glee. When I'm thirty? Sure, I can still do that - but it's different, somehow. You'll inevitably hear the quiet ticking of your biological clock, and there will always be people pointing fingers and whispering behind your back when you do something that is unbecoming of somebody your age according to society's standards.

Sometimes, it seems like you need a lot of time and space away from things before you can see it all from a much clearer perspective. And it is at these times that I can't decide whether to smile or to cry over them.

Ooh, and the Singapore Salsa Festival officially starts today!