i find it increasingly uncomfortable to be digging a younger dude. not only does the age difference bothers me (yaya.. in an unrealistic way *rolls eyes*). watching the guy grow up in front of your eyes makes you feel old. and slightly paedophelic, for lack of a better word. it's distressing.
it's so hard to try and not act all excited. and yak about it all day long. i think it's harder for me to keep quiet. let's just say i'm a sharer. and if you know me well enough, it's possibly one of my favouritest things in life. period.
i love my family. especially mum. why? for layan-ing my celebrity/sportsman/actors/singers crushes. endlessly.
me: mak, mak! come see my boyfriend!
[notice she didn't ask me to shut up. no mention of "nonsense la you" or anything remotely negative that might dampen my hopes]
mum: this one ah *points to nadal*
the camera switches to the other end of the tennis court.
me: him.. *sigh*
mum: oh.. hansem!
caca is leaving in less than a week's time. and yesterday, it finally felt like, "yup. she's leaving for a year. man, it'll suck." and that, my friends, is an understatement. the escapist in me tried blardy hard not to think about it. well, it worked. until now. sitting on the couch, laughing made me think, "when will be the next time we're able to do this?"
one year maybe? life will be so different without you, ca. who the hell will i turn too if i want to complain about the most silliest things? it won't be the same. no one is going to layan my ass like you do! argh. i shan't be a baby but dude, i'm going to miss you so.
tuesday gotta kickass.
on a happier note, i'm playing tennis tomorrow. can i say, at last?!
deustchland vs espana tonight.
i'm not taking sides cause i'm a fan of both teams. for very different reasons. but somehow, i think i know who's going to win. and it's the one with the hot coach. not the oldest coach. those who know their soccer/euro 2008 know who and which team i'm talking about. all the best, i'd say.
change of plans. instead of watching the finals outside with friends, we're opting for the telly at home. my mum is ecstatic it's annoying.