T-30 days

So I was on my bike, riding out when it hit me. Today's the 3rd of November. Other than being Aidilfitri ( a rather important date for Moslems like me), its exactly 30 days before my wedding.
Ah, my wedding.
When I met my fiance and realizing she was the one for me (such a cliche, yes, I know), I've always imagined getting married young, as in 20 yrs old young. The excitement, the anticipation.
And now, the dread?
Now that it has happened, or rather, is happening, the feeling is not what I expected. No difference from having been told you have terminal cancer and knowing you have 30 days left to live. Not that I'm dreading her or her family or anything. In fact, I can't be anymore thankful that I've met such a nice girl with such a great family that is willing to compromise on a lot of things to make sure the both of us are happy.
Nope, the feeling is personal.
Its more of the feeling of regret that you never got around to do all the wild things that can only be done when you're single. The feeling of sadness knowing that half of your bachelor "traits" (messy room, hanging underwears on the door-knobs, etc) will all be gone. The feeling of uncertainty of not knowing what lies next.
So as I rode on today, I decided to do a blog. A place for me to vent my thoughts and feelings and immortalize it. A place I can share my experiences so others who are or will be in my shoes can find solace that they're not alone.
So, what the heck? I've always wanted to start a blog. I can never work without a deadline.
I dun think there is any more pressing deadline than the final 30 days of singlehood......