I only reuse the best jokes

Huzzah! The Prodigal Fiancee has returned; prepare the finest nextdoor llama for slaughter and feast. Mmmmmm Llama. Mmmmmmeeeeeee llama... Nyet. Do you ever get the feeling that LL Bean was a company strategically named for animal proximity in dictionaries and encyclopedias? Or did you find Bugs Bunny att... oh... okay. Me neither.

Grafton and Beck are once again overlapping Venn diagrams in the universe of location. Or something. She's back. Ahhhhh... that's good. On the other hand, the Iron Fist is back in session, which means no more egalitarian land-sharing democratic forms of government as we've had the past week; no more S & W & N triumvirate. Everything was going great, except that I kept losing on all votes 2 to 1. And guess who conveniently got elected "Town Dog Walker and Up-picker of Poop?" I think Bart Simpson defines a paradox as choosing between an S&W-led government and the Iron Fist. Oh, well. Sometimes you get the Beck, and sometimes, well, the Beck gets you. La la la la la la la la la la la etc., the man in me will do nearly any task...

So what crazy events have taken place this weekend? I learned several more White Album tunes Saturday morning, chugging up to "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" as the next beast to slay. And seeing as I neither have Slow Hands nor am I God, this one may take some practice. But at least I have some structure, so that's good. For the record - Wild Honey Pie may be my new favorite guitar song. No, not really.

So I started cleaning the apartment and watching the Sox game when I got a call from Ben & Ali who en route en foote to Scoot and Skirts, so I hopped on the bike and met them for some afternoon frozen yogurt. They rescued me from house-cleaning to go out for Thai food and back to their casa for crepes with their friends Ben - another Ben - and Rachel, who was never actually a cast member of the Wonder Years, despite the fact that Ali knows her. Seriously serious, Ali is ridiculous - she knows Becky Slater. Becky Slater! Unbelievable. NEhoo, great times, great crepes.

Sunday was an all-day festival of Nut gathering and Nut departing. Camp departures are such sweet sorrow, but they're kinda just loud annoying over-the-top sorrow when it's all drama kids involved. Ha ha! I'm not actually this heartless - I'm just - wait for it - ACTING! But not acting like a histrionic ridiculoid like your average adolescent would-be Willy Shakes. No offense to blood relatives. Anyways, spent the entire day at Squirrel Heaven hanging out and listening to Chamber Music. Beck arrived at Providence late and missed her train, so she rented a car and headed to Natick. We hit up a small Chinese restaurant before my last airport run of the day, and then headed back to South-G where we sit this evening. I took her to school this morning, returned the car, picked up another Air-Nut and then gymmed it up this afternoon, nearly dying in the exercising process. It's in the 90's today, supposed to get to 100 later in the week, and the gym is not air-conditioned. Dubious - but I got a reasonable workout in, came home and showered, then headed back to Tufts to take beck to the grocery store... and yeah, that more or less catches you up. Stare deep into the meaningless details; they're allegorical.

In more allegorical news, I've decided to run away from home and join a rock band. Yes, this is a realistic fear you should hold. In less allegorical news, Mel Gibson is a drunken moron.

Ultimate tomorrow? Maybe.

Dear Beckence.

Site or Gossip?

Manhattan
Lost

Wow. A couple of days of some pretty focused and dedicated practicing, and a whole lot of repeated patterns, and I more or less have "Dear Prudence" under control. The key was getting the fingerpicking pattern to the point where I could do it by feel instead of by looking at the strings. I still need to hammer out the transitions between the different parts of the song, and every once in a while my brain locks up and won't let me play things correctly - but the difference between tonight and yesterday morning is in several ways astounding. It's a set of fairly typical Travis Picking patterns, so I learned each of them individually and now I'm trying to jump from to another. Good stuff; it's nice to be able to play a song that sounds surface level complicated like that, even when a, I know it's just smoke and mirrors accomplished with a pattern, and b, I'm still hacking my way through it a bit. Patience. Yeah. Word.

Beck got back to SA tonight; she is pulling onto Huebner Road as we speak. She had a good if relatively unenlightening time at the clinic(s) from what I can tell. So she will spend tomorrow hanging with my parents rather than feeling horses from the inside.

I finished Season One of Lost today and am adequately "Charlied" to the show. Ha. I am also thoroughly smiling at the fact that things like this happen in the 21st century. You can join me in my Stats class this semester if you would like to learn why it's stupid to use the lost numbers to play the Lotto. Geez-uhs. Speaking of the Son of God, Beck had the following conversation yesterday, more or less. Note that "Techie" is the clinic tech who doesn't really practice things like "Sterile technique" or "wearing lead in front of X-rays" - Beck even tried to helpfully advise her not to stand with her reproductive tract in front of the direct beam if the X-Ray machine. So here's that convo:

Dr.: How do you feel about gay marriage?
B: Oh, it's a real controversial issue in Mass right now.
Dr: I think it's ridiculous. We've got better things to be worrying about right now.
Techie: Well, I just think it's wrong.
Dr.: Why do you think it's wrong?
Techie: It just goes against everything this country stands for.
B: Like what?
Techie: You know, Christianity.

This is funny by itself, but what's better is that Beck follows up the account of the Techie's political views with:

"Maybe she should keep those ovaries in front of the X-ray after all."

Damn. Is it cold in Navasota, or is just the mean Yankee who just did a rotation there? Ha.

I also watched the Stephen Colbert Roast of George W. Bush today, a roast he delivered live and in person. Two feet from the president. Here's the transcript - and here are some sample great lines:

"I believe the government that governs best is the government that governs least. And by these standards, we have set up a fabulous government in Iraq."

"And though I am a committed Christian, I believe that everyone has the right to their own religion, be you Hindu, Jewish or Muslim. I believe there are infinite paths to accepting Jesus Christ as your personal savior."

"Jesse Jackson is here, the Reverend. Haven't heard from the Reverend in a little while. I had him on the show. Very interesting and challenging interview. You can ask him anything, but he's going to say what he wants, at the pace that he wants. It's like boxing a glacier. Enjoy that metaphor, by the way, because your grandchildren will have no idea what a glacier is."

Alright. The 7 Beckless Days and Nights in the Grafton Wilderness are nearing their end. I've learned some guitar songs, watched some Lost, and transported some Nuts. I've watched some movies, written a bit on the website, and outlined some story ideas. I've gone running in miserable heat and then come back to an apartment where I sat in miserable heat. I got lost in a forest and came back with bugs that suck blood. Today, I ate a burrito. As you can easily tell, the TBN ship floats on Beck-fueled waters, and without it, my Graftonite existence exhibits a buoyancy quite unlike that of limes. Without the beautiful Beck, I am quite museless. We await her return with great antici...

Join us tomorrow, when we teach you how to keep a turkey in suspe...

It's been one, so I'm going to go do this now.

Georgia on my Mind; Bugs on my Body

The Seventh Seal
Black Snow
Songlist

"People say that I'm out of touch with reality. That I'm insane. That sometimes I forget things, like who I am or where I am. Unimportant things. But I'm not insane. I am... a tick."



Ah, my blue brother, you quoter of quips, you easily programmable VCR clock, you modern appliance of Justice, thou highly accurate spam-blocking software in this Information Superhighway of Evil - a bevy of your brethren hitched a ride with my dogs and my ankles back to the home today. Seriously, mad disgusting ticks all over legs and bodies, all over Wrigs's and Sparks's faces. Gross. Creepy. At least 25 of them. And they won't die - i idiotically tossed one in the garbage only to see it crawling its way to the top 5 minutes later. So the lot of them were rendered sewer-bound via the harsh flush of Righteousness. Nauseating, disease-ridden bug - I call you Tick. Evil heathens, you non-scurvy-curing carriers of Lyme, may you never cross the threshold into my happy abode again.

So how did all those lobsters get on us mobsters today? It was silly kinds of hot in grafton, the dogs were looking painfully bored so I rewarded them for their good behavior over the past few days (and yes, they, unlike those Pavlovian bitches, do not need temporally-connected rewards to form accurate positive associations - I just put check marks in their dog contracts, alerting them to the appropriate actions with which they have garnered their just dessserts) with a trip to the woods around the corner. The woods were hot, muggy, buggy, and generally disgusting, plus some of the treees had been knocked all over the trails. So, natch, we got lost, and ended up hiking way out to a field somewhere behind Rte. 122. Not good. We hiked back, but by the end both dogs were panting like crazy, stopping every few seconds to cool off by lying in mud. Hooray. Even WD, after spending the first 60 minutes in typical full gallop, slowed to a trot by the end. And poor Farkle Splidarkle started limping with about a quarter mile to go, a quarter mile she traversed primarily on nyetback. Or nyetfront, I suppose; basically, I carried her quite a ways. She is not light. Nor was she not muddy. Blugh. So we drove home, and two dogs got deloused and bathed. Ah, the dog bath. An activity which, as Beck described, they begrudgingly accept. Tolerate, even. But they are decidedly not happy about the situation. It's like a liquid nail trim.

So, a disgusting day in the woods - did I mention the flies that were attempting to dock inside my ear canals the entire afternoon? On the plus side, the dogs are totally zonked and passed out in the living room right now. Good deal.

I've decided to take a stab at learning the White Album, so I added Back in the USSR to the songlist today. I'm trying to be systematic about it, which means that Dear Prudence is next, which means that I need to learn some fingerpicking. Which is cool; I figure if I force my way through a lot of the Beatles catalog, really trying to learn things as I go instead of doing hack jobs, I will accomplish a fair amount. We'll see.

Got a call from Zil today, who reminds everyone to take a gander at the Bozeman Police Blotter. IPMM sent me an e-mail explaining that she and the IPJ now own iShoes (given the IPJ moniker, I would have gone with iSandals. Really, you could run wild with this - IPJ delivering a sermon when one of his disciples, maybe iPod Thadeus, comes running up saying how they only have 2 tapes and 5 CDs, how will they ever rock out for the crowd of 5000, and then IPJ whips out the 40 gig iPod with 10,000 songs and everyone gets to rock out and then some. In fact, if Apple decides to go in this direction, I demand royalties).

So I'm watching Lost on another Beckless night in Mass. That's the plan for tonight. Hopefully, bedtime in there somewhere. We shall see. Oh, and I also watched Manhattan today, which I will review later. It did have a ditty of a beautiful line, though, when Woody and Mariel Hemingway are riding ona horse-drawn carriage and Woody calls her "God's answer to Job - I may do a lot of bad stuff, but I can also make this." Something like that. Great line.

Radio-freindly Opinion Shifter

I sum up this week with a Guns N' Roses quote : I lead a Beckless life. Werbakeuh is in the warmer pastures of the horse farms of Texas - specifically, Navasota, TX, a small town with no known Nova Scotia connections, nor has Chris Cornell ever specifically complained about looking Texas but feeling Navasota (but we all eagerly await the Texas Soundgarden comeback anyways). The Beck is down there for a one-week internship with the S.S. Buick Park Avenue, hopefully surviving the weather and not having her brain infected my mad-Aggie disease due to the dangerous proximity. She'll be back on Sunday, but in the interim, I am on my lonesome own. Well, I have Tweedles to keep me company, or at least to beg me to play, go on W's, eat pepperoni, that type of thing. So I've been up to that and a whole lot of chaperoning of Walnuts. Actually yesterday was a rather ridiculous day - took Werby to the aeropuerto del Providence at 6, drove to the 'Nut, drove to the airport, picked up a violist, drove back, drove to Grafton, W'd the dogs, back to the Nuthouse, back to the airport, back to the land of crazy art kids, back to Grafton. Dios mio, man. Eight hours or so in the car / van, and I didn't even go anywhere. I had to check my butt for bedsores. Not really.

Another bloggity entry, another shoutout to Zil, she of CBS fame and a generally Phish-headed math genius: this time it's for her e-mail of the Bozeman Police Blotter. Specifically this edition of the blotter which is full of comic genius. Remind to never suspiciously enjoy the sunshine in Bozeman.

Also, if you've never had the pleasure of receiving a message from Liz on your answering machine or voice mail, you are missing out on a rich and varied experience. A very fast rich and varied experience that rambles quite a bit, actually. They're awesome. Liz is awesome. We're talking pantheon of awesome human beings status. Gandhi, Mother Teresa? Morons.

"This has been the over-the-top shout-out, brought to you by The Family Guy, who would like to remind you, if it's not overdone and obvious, it's not funny (TM)."

So I am ripping the guitar to shreds, in a good way. Added another tune to the holster, a classic and favorite of my dad's, "Get Back" by los Beat-lees. And today I cranked it to (three)11 for a couple of songs and then turned it up another couple of notches for a longtime AC/DC classic, "Thunderstruck." Try as I might, I cannot escape my KZEP-laden roots. Seriously, what the hell is up with the San Antonio classic rock connection. Didn't Ozzy pee on the Alamo? That's okay? I don't get it. Regardless, my childhood was a blurry pastiche of power chords, a whole lot of Scorpions, Thin Lizzy, Blue Oyster Cult, AC/DC, Santana (well, duh on that one), Bachman Turner... need I go on? Regardless, I gotta say... I played "Thunderstruck" today, I mean really played it, even parts of the solos. You should comprehend that this was a vague impossibility not too long ago. Not that it's a particularly hard song - it's not - just that there's some pull-off technique stuff that I could never *really* get, but I just nailed it today. I'll make it official tomorrow. But, as they say, everything's coming up Milhouse.

I'm going to try to comment on the music I'm listening to a little more often in this space, because otherwise I'll be bland and run out of things to say. I'm currently listening to the relatively new Band of Horses album Everything All the Time. Very anthemic, jangly, and Wayne Coynely sung vocals. Reminds me of parts of The Walkmen album Bows & Arrows, actually. The whole disc blends together, meaning that's it's all solid, but not a ton stands out. So it's a top-to-bottom listen, but just not very singles-oriented.

I listened to Bill O'Reilly on the radio today. I also read a miscellaneous pop-psych piece on the web yesterday about ingroup / outgroup objectives in marketing (for example, how companies will try to get you to label yourself as a "Mac" or a "PC" person). I find it fairly difficult to deny some of the effects of in-group psychology, and Mr. Bill abuses it sans shame. I'm actively trying to make knee-jerk, elitist condemning opinions about folks like him - but his show comes across a whole lot like choir-preaching: "Look at those crazy-ass liberals; aren't you glad we're not like them?" And everything in the show was an effort to label this or that newspaper as "leftist" or "unfair" or "unevenly presenting the news." And he made some rather odd "liberal Jew" comments here and there, too - subtle, but consistent. Not that he was off-topic - they were discussing the Israel situation, which I will not even attempt to discuss here - but his whole indictment of the "leftist" newspapers was that they were unable to present any kind of anti-Israeli argument for fear of alienating their lefty-Jewish subscription base. Who knew Sandy Koufax had such influence. Anyways, the whole thing was absurd, seeing as Fox News would be hard-pressed to present any anti-American sentiment in their own programming. I think O'Reilly half-heartedly acknowledged this fact, but said nothing in reference to its equally-condemning application to his own news organization: the conservatives can't bash America for fear of alienating their fanbase, either. Just like, you know, Metallica can't go pop. Oh, wait. Anyways, what pushed it over the top was this "Team Good Americans" (F*** Yeah!) take on the whole thing - he made repeated references to how the leftists were "taking it on the chin," "getting their butt kicked," etc., backed up by, wait, oh, what's that, nothing. He's a smart dude, and a lot of what he said today regarding the Israelis and their right to defend themselves was spot on. But the rest, the tinsel to his Rightmas tree - it's just B.S. He lies, and rather blatantly. SuperDave Letterman knows the deal.

In the midst of this thought-provoking (though interrupted every five seconds by commercials - seriously 96.9, is times tough?) radio show, a car passed me with a "Marriage = Man + Woman" sign. I fail to see the point. People dying, WW III on the horizon, child actors beating one another on boxing shows, and this is really your prime-bumper-real-estate cause? So then I peek in the car, and it's Joe and Jane Suburbanite humming along to their Lawrence Welk greatest hits CD, and I just want to punch them. And I contemplate the level of hypocrisy this involves, given the revulsion I felt at the many glorious-and-entirely-appropriate-for-impressionable-youth-audiences anti-flag-burning videos at Texas Boys' State. (Nothing quite as scrumptious as a subtle brainwashing at the hands of the American Legion - if their brand of dependent-thinking were a dessert, it would be Death By White Chocolate). The accountant and the Mary Kay saleslady have a right to express their hateful (okay, I realize it's not intrinsically hateful to have that opinion re: marriage, I just think displaying it in bumper-sticker form is a tad gratuitous) (e.g., I don't put bumper-stickers on my car that say "you are all consumer slave braindead morons who lack the creativity and originality to express your questionably hateful political opinions in forms other than bumper stickers" - that would just be unnecessarily antagonistic, don't you think?) opinions in bumper sticker form just like every other American-Flag-Pin-Wearing Citizen. Right? Sure. So I didn't run them off the road. Thank god for level heads. And Boys' State. That. I. Love.

So that was today. In the words of a band that's either named after something vaguely Satanic, a form of current, or perhaps a very in-the-face of Lawrence Welk listening suburbans lifestyle:

You've been (Echo: you've been you've been):

THUNDERSTRUCK

Ultimately, the Question is: Is it Time to Retire?

So the grand Ultimate experiment was something of a failure - about halfway through practice last night, my foot flared up. Bah. Lisa (my friend the PA) thinks it's plantar fasciitis, which is just awesome. So the last summer of Boston Ultimate may not be. It might not even be a summer of Boston, given my propensity for staying home - and rightly so. Last night I left at 4:30 and got to practice at 6:30. That's just dumb. That's beyond even Austin standards - the Julietta and I used to drive from SA to Austin, about 1:15, and that was stupid, but that was pretty much the only Ultimate option we had those days. We were young, dedicated, and stupid. And it was also an awesome league. Those were good times. These - not so much. The injuries and travel time, gas prices and etc. are far outweighing the benefits. On the plus side, my knee felt more or less okay, and my shoulder held up - I actually put up a ridiculous number of hucks, forehands, backhands, hammers, you name it. Most of them to my friend Zach. I must be a foreigner, 'cause I gots tunnel vision. Or... wait. No.

So the past two days I've been ripping the acoustic guitar up, learning some Beatles songs. I will adjust the songlist accordingly. There. It's now adjusted. Enjoy. Relatively straightforward songs, though I did spend a large amount of time trying to nail the intro to "I've Just Seen a Face," which if you're not familiar is a fairly quick triplet set. It's also played on two guitars, and try as I might, I can't grow two additional arms. There is really no hope for me, I suppose. All in all, hard work, my hands are cramping, my left thumb is actually kind of sore from gripping on barre chords and at quick glance, my left index finger looks mammothly more muscular than my right. Either that or I have very localized gout. Goodness.

Should be a light weekend of work, but Beck is headed down to Tejas (the friendship state) on Sunday, so I'm staring down another week alone. Hey, it's like being in high school all over again! Maybe I'll call up Marisa Silvas and have her read me YM over the phone. Ah, many a Friday night met that fate, my friends. Those were the days. These, again, are not those days.

For an outro quick pick me up, here are some pics of the pups of eternal optimist and brilliant mind Liz Bishop:

nu aRchiVe : thRee Pickz!!

nu aRchiVe : thRee Pickz!!

sebenarnya ini untuk iseng-isengan aja sih, waktu ngecek memori kompi kemaren, sempat kaget juga seh, soalnya memori lagunya udah nyampe 14 giga. waduh gila!! tinggal tambah pemancar doang udah bisa buat radio sendri. gimana gak 14 giga yah, abis kerjaannya ngedonlot lagu dari tahun 2003 sampe skarang en tiap ke rumahnya orang, pasti yang diperiksa duluan koleksi lagunya. aneh yah!!
dan karena itu ada ide yang lumayan iseng aja sih, niatnya buat nyatuin 3 lagu yang bertema sama. entahlah. apakah memang sesuai atau tidak. tapi ini menurut saya sendiri. dan inilah seri pertamanya.

three pickz!!! : wheRe's tHe HomE ?

Pick One

I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away
Don't wanna go back to that place, but don't have
no choice, no way
It ain't easy growin up in World War III
Never knowin what love could be, well I've seen
I don't want love to destroy me like it did my
family

In our family portrait, we look pretty happy
Let's play pretend, let's act like it comes
naturally
I don't wanna have to split the holidays
I don't want two addresses
I don't want a step-brother anyways
And I don't want my mom to have to change her
last name

.:Pink - Family Portrait:.

Pick Two

I look around at a beautiful life
Been the upperside of down
Been the inside of out
But we breathe
We breathe

I wanna breeze and an open mind
I wanna swim in the ocean
Wanna take my time for me
All me

.:Stereophonics - Maybe Tomorrow:.


Pick Three

Will I ever make it home, to the place I recognize
Far from here and where I've been,
and all the things that I've been shown
Will I ever make it home, can they keep .
me here for good
Where I hardly know a soul, and my fear keeps going on
Will I ever make it home

My weariness keeps growing inside
My patience is starting to subside
And I hope I'll be there soon
It can't be long, or I'll fall through

Can't help but to think I'll never get back
I'm ready and i'm waiting to hear that
Everything's alright and I can go
But when will that occur, i don't know

.:Ingram Hill - Will I Ever Make It Home:.

Thankz GoD!!!

Thankz GoD!!!

minggu berakhir, skarang sudah senin. it means awal minggu lagi. setelah kemarin evaluasi SiSaPi (Siswa Sebagai Peneliti) kelar, dengan refleksi dari saya yaitu :

- ni kegiatan tentu saja untuk menyadarkan saya, ternyata saya masih BODOH dan masih banyak lagi yang perlu dipelajari
- ni kegiatan sebagai portal saya untuk mengupgrade diri sendiri, tentu saja dengan banyak membaca, banyak mendengarkan, diskusi, dan melakukan penelitian sendiri dan sesuai pesan k’ Dandy, saya mesti banyak belajar supaya di youth camp 2007 nanti jangan jadi tim teknis, tapi berusahalah jadi fasilitator. Caranya, yah seperti disebutkan diatas.
- ni kegiatan juga menyadarkan saya bahwa tidak sia-sia satu semester kuliah metode penelitian komunikasi (MPK) karena memang ada gunanya
- ni kegiatan untuk latihan mengospek! hehehehe. maksudnya bagaimana supaya sifat introvertnya, tidak mendominasi diri saya nanti swaktu ketemu sama adik-adik baru lagi. karena terbukti dalam SiSaPi ini, walaupun dengan fasilitator yang baru kenal (peserta ajah ngirain kita udah temenan bertahun-tahun padahal ketemunya waktu workshop), adik-adik yang sama skali asing, tapi saya bisa nyaman dengan diri saya. that's the real iQKo, i think.

masih ada lagi satu tugas yang menunggu yaitu tugas jadi editor buat buku SiSaPi. habis kemarin mencalonkan diri sih. tugas ini diemban feat ridho (yang ini pimpronya), indah plus wedha. dan hari ini kita mau janjian buat ketemu semua (karena pada rapat evaluasi kmaren si wedha nya gak ada jadi di jadwalkan senin baru bagus), dan disinilah drama dimulai.

ugh,, napa nih?? tiba-tiba perut mulas, gak jelas!! jadilah saya mesti b**er duluw, sebelum ikutan rapat. untung si ridho masih shalat dulu. dan penderitaan saya masih belum berakhir disini, karena perut saya semakin melilit, ugh!!! praktis membuat saya tidak konsen untuk ikutan rapat. duh,, gimana nih? saya kira dengan buang air lagi masalah saya selesai, ternyata tidak. asli saya tidak bisa bergerak lagi saking lemasnya. abis kalau jalan sedikit, pasti kena gejala mau buang air, eh pas ke toilet, gak jadi. pun ke k10, untuk mindahin data dari FD nya ridho ke mp3 player ku praktis saya paksakan saja. toh habis itu saya bisa langsung pulang.

tapi rupanya Yang DiAtas punya rencana lain buat saya malam itu. setelah merasa tidak mapu untuk bangun dan berdiam diri diatas potex-potex selama 1 jam perjalanan pulang, saya memutuskan untuk menginap di bibli saja. dan ugh!!! ampun!!! barusannya lagi saya merasakan sakit yang seperti ini,, karena badan saya yang sudah terlanjur lemas. mau bangun duduk susah. tidur pun menjadi gelisah. rasanya ingin tak sadarkan diri saja. tak lama kemudian, saya teringat pasokan obat diare dari SiSaPi kmarin, mudah-mudahan masih ada. damn! ternyata safety boxnya udah gak ada. untung ada ime' yang masih mengasihani diriku. setelah memesan teh pekat, saya pun nitip buat dibelikan diapet oleh ime'. rasanya inilah penyelamatku malam ini. setelah 2 butir diapet masuk dan mencoba mengatasi masalah perutku, saya pun bisa sedikit terlelap. diantara terjaga atau tidak, rasanya perut ini sangaaaaaaaaaaaaaat sakit. apakah berarti obatnya sudah mulai bekerja, entahlah. yang jelas ini merupakan salah satu de worst night ini my life. dan akhirnya saya bisa tertidur sekitar jam 11 malam,,,

thankz GoD, masih memperhatikan saya. karena ketika saya berbuat salah, dan tidak ada yang menegur saya, akan jadi apa saya nantinya?. terimakasih sudah mengingatkan saya untuk berubah. karena memang saya sudah berniat meninggalkan hal itu, tapi ternyata saya melanggarnya lagi. terima kasih sudah berbaik hati dengan tidak membiarkan saya merasakan yang jauh lebih parah daripada apa yang saya rasakan saat ini, jangan sampai hal yang sama tahun lalu terulang lagi.
dan sekarang saya sudah berjanji kepada diri saya, untuk meninggalkan semua hal itu, karena saya terus percaya akan ada yang lebih baik untuk saya di dunia ini. Terima kasih sekali lagi ya Rabb.