Everyone around me (meaning my facebook) are getting hitched. I can't help to be a sour grape about it. I WANT TO GET MARRIED TOO but I know I do not have the moolah to do so.

Failed

Eugene's failed attempt to be Tiger Woods.

is this normal?

Blogger stats states that I had 4k views yesterday. That means yesterday itself I had 4k views. The rest of the week don't matter.
Nuffnang (the advertising company that I am with) shows me that in a week, I have 4k views on my blog. Again, that is for the week.

WHUT?

Greetings from Melaka, bitches!

Britney Spears on X Factor!

Thanks to a little blue bird, Issac Ritz, I can catch up with daily Hollywood Celebrities gossips/news!

I am excited for Britney Spears to be a judge on X Factor! Pretty sure there will be tons of sparks between Simon and her but BRITNEY SPEARS GONNA BE ON TV EVERY WEEK!

There is no way I am able to contain my happiness now. I love Britney and had been a fan since primary school. No matter what nonsense she gets herself into, I adore her and her music which to you might not be music at all. Bear in mind, beauty in the eyes of the beholder.

BRITNEY GONNA BE ON X FACTOR!

Where my homies at?

I blog for myself.

Although, yes, sometimes it feels good I have readers. I call them my listeners. Listeners who listen (in this case, read) my rants. I rant alot. Alot more than a 20-something year old should. I mean, I have not gone through any major life crisis that needed me to sell my house or not ponder on if I can handle another baby on the way with 3 kids in hand.

With a sigh, I released my relief. Knowing that I am merely 20-something, I can still make mistakes and people will still forgive me. At the same time, knowing that I am 20-something, I ought to make something outta myself. I cant possibly live life by the day, not have huge amount saved and have my parents worry about me when they still have 3 kids to worry for.

I am at a point where I have a job, money is coming (albeit not as much), there are greener pastures (but I am tied down currently with a contract), my bf loves me (although yes we have tiffs more often than any other normal couples out there) and friends who are there for me (for different occasions).

And I dont know what or why am I unhappy still. Definitely, I am not contented with the way things were and I have no fucking clue as to how to curb this fear/feeling/emtion. Rather, I have no fucking idea how to be more contented. Sometimes, like Izz, I'd like to flop myself on the ground and talk to the leaves.

Am I less carefree as I was before because I am 20-something? Is it because I am older now that I want more things in life? I dont even know what I want! Wait, am I even doing what I love now? Oh damn it, I took back my sigh. No relief was released.