
I wished my smile is as radiant as the yellow ball.
I've always felt that at the age of only 21, i've seen too many, encountered too many, and faced too many new things in life. The changes that happened has fold rapidly like a walking script. I wished, sometimes, i could be just like any other 21-year old ladies.
But then again. Everything happens for a reason.
And only Allah knows that.
There's akad nikah session later (relative's) to attend to, and i've not chosed the clothes for myself and hubby yet. Dad has been reminding to get ready before 2, and it's already 1.15 now. Hubby's not back from work, and i'm still blogging away. Sheesh.
All i want to do is slack on a lazy saturday afternoon.
Gotta get going.
See ya.