i am lucky enough to have a mom who still wakes up her nineteen year old daughter. so mom, you just saved me and preetyboy from getting a posted warning letter, phew! besides, i won't keep lying to myself; im going to miss my adek real bad. now im starting to think that NPCC is driving her to her grave. oh god, she needs a break if you don't need one. be back home soon sweet.

life is pretty good at the moment. every morning, i will make a vow to myself to start the day with something refreshing; don't look back, just walk straight. it helps, really. i don't need tears to start a new day, i don't need wounds to kill me for the day. all i need is a brand new day; that's it. and of course, with a lil touch of preetyboy's smile, kisses, warm hugs and a goodmorning from him.

im blessed, thankful enough.

on a totally different note, i seriously think watching 22 guys running after a ball is getting pretty much irritating, especially when your house is located just infront (okay, a lil bit to the right) of the kopitiam. imagine you're enjoying the moments twirling your hair with your left hand, holding the phone with your right hand with sweet and romantic words coming out from your mouth when all of a sudden you heard the word 'goal' (with exaggerating exclamation marks) from the opposite road. sweet. they just ruined your romantic moments. worst, if your mom rushed out of her room screaming the word 'goal' after hearing those people across the road screamed, knowing the fact that dad is so calm about the goal thing outside in the living room while mom was actually watching an Indonesian drama in her room. tell me, what's the connection dude? that's just not it. soon after, your other sibling will run out from her room and asked who scored the goal.

the next morning, your breakfast beside two tables of preetyboy's friends were all about soccer. and to think that soccer can make you addicted to betting is just a sad thing, you know. but if you flip my coin, im considered to be standing at the safest place. because one, dad is not a football fanatic (thank god!), two, preetyboy is not a football freak (he prefers to sleep rather than watching football) and three, lucky we don't have brothers in the family.

still, my utmost support goes to Brazil. =)

at this very moment, i just have to thank my dear panata. you know, another best gift from god is when he lets you meet someone who is dearest to you apart from your other half. you made me realise that dance competition is not important, seeing the effort that your other half put just to be with you, that's important.

sometimes, girls do have ego - believe it or not. and when that ego has taken over you, you don't realise you're just being a bitch to someone's eyes. having ego is like racing in the special olympics; even if you win, you are still retarded. get it?

what matter most is that, i have a date with preetyboy later in the afternoon. woohoo!