Them getting Married!

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Hello there Peeps,
Long time no see eh? I have been busy a little and laziness ugh made me not post a blog. Not like I didn't wanted to but just procrastinate !
Anyways the hot news is many of the people I know are getting married and them Getting married makes me feel old! I don't know but these days I have been noticing the word 'Aunt' and  'elder sister' called to me many times. It's like I don't want to get old hahaha. The other day I went to a shop where I usually buy shoes from and I saw her son for the first time. And the shop lady said " say hello to Aunty" I was like Aunty?? lol Okay and now since my birthday is coming closer now I don't wanna celebrate it as I'll be leaving my last teen number. Teen sounds more younger!
Coming to marriage, my friend is getting married and recently I heard one of my senior sister is also getting married. Wow even these days people get married so soon. I don't know may be they found the right one. I hope they did and they have a wonderful married life ahead!
As for me I have a hard time knowing whose the right one I guess one day that guy will lemme know himself. " That Guy"
Sometimes on social media we can't express how we feel fully with just few words on status so for me blogging is a status bar where I can write whatever I feel like and express fully! (Although I know the status bar is not your diary to post your feelings but anyways... ;) Wink!!)
See ya
XOXO

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