It's a wonder on how people can spell my name incorrectly such as ;

1) Mariya
2) Mariyannah (MOST COMMON)
3) Mariyana

But the happiness comes when they did not forgot about the 'Y'.

On the other hand, WHAT WAS I THINKING, suddenly waking up at 3 am in the morning just to take a shower, put on fresh new pair of shorts and tee and then coo back to sleep!? Am I nuts or what!?

Anyway, the fire-starter a.k.a the tembak (pistol) for the gas cooker had run out, so I had temporarily use any forms of tool that gives out fire (i.e lighter or matches) while waiting for Mom to get a new fire-starter. Being a lighter virgin that I am, I don't even know how to light a stupid lighter (or is it just me) so I was fumbling with the lighter, having this huge fear in me that the lighter's gonna set my thumb ablaze and then having mental pictures of my thumb-less right hand and then answer kaypoh people's question with, "Oh, I tried to light a lighter and that dumb thing set my thumb on fire so now I've lost one of my thumbs." I had to interrupt Sis during her emo-sessions to help me light the lighter and when she couldn't do it either, I searched the cupboard for matches, and realising that I don't even know how to light up a match, Sis did it for me. And after a few seconds of awe on watching her light up that creative innovation (it's science, you half-wit) I decided to light my first one on my own. And I came up with a thesis.

LIGHTING UP A MATCH CAN BE VERY ADDICTIVE.

I can spend all my time lighting up every match in the box without getting bored. So today I satisfied my addiction by lighting up another match, and I vowed to myself, it will be my LAST. Cos I lit it up the wrong way and ended up inhaling 99.999% of the smoke which landed me into a minor suffocation and the smell caused a few minutes of light-headedness for me. And I worried myself about contracting lung disease due to excessive inhalation of smoke and so I threw the matches away.

SO that's it.

And, of many things I'm good at, my specialty never lies in fixing a broken heart, no matter how many times I've tried.


Nicholas Saputra?