...fudge. I went on and plastered it back, silly goose. Poor guy.
Anyway, I'm so happy Daddy is ok. Alhamdulillah. I could not stand the pain. I felt like doing nothing but to just lie flat ontop of the tar road outside the confinements of my Toks' crib, hoping that a steamroller would eventually pass by and roll me and leave me all bloody, yet rolled up, on the tar. Yup, yup. I was deeply saddened and depressed. But now, I feel better. Much better.
Thank you to those whom have showed their TLC toward lil ol' me. I am deeply grateful that I know caring people such as yourselves. You know who you are. God bless you. :)
3 comments:
lerh...!!
y didnt u tell me~ kalu x,i da sewa steamroller tu.tats wat frens do when u need them rite?? in future,u knw wat to do kan? bagos2~ lols!!
makcik!~
finally u commented something on my blog. :p
i was beginning to think you never read em. hehe
thanks for everything!~ :)
huh? plaster? steamroller??
*blurrr*
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