Yupp this is it.

No, not the MJ version of it.

But marriage kind of IT.

One of my uni friends just got hitched.

One consolation is at least that he's not the same age as me.
Yes, he's much older.

So *shove him aside slowly* he belongs to another category.

Nope it doesnt count at all.

Cos i said so.

And at least i'm not invited to the wedding.

So what the heck am i complaining about you may ask.

First of all, i aint complaining. I'm merely whining. Now that's a diff. Wink.

Second, ever seen a snowball rolling about with the smirk down the hill in front of ya?

I have.

This is only the beginning.

Sooner or later, more red flowery, scary looking cards that scream "HA! Loser! Open me and admit you are an ABM!" will slowly pile up in the letterbox over the years, reminding me how much of singlehood i'm exactly basking in glory.

How, very exciting.


Ok ANYWAY!

Remember the days we used to watch power rangers and jump on the sofa impersonating your fav ranger and probably buyin those stick pop ice cream which you have to push them out to eat while watching the show?

This is bloody hilarious!