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emotions comeback intervention time


Friday, February 8, 2008 !@#$% 3:39 PM

oh, fuck you, cunt.

alritealrite. I need to learn to spell. Anyways, Iman has been released.
From Intensive Care Unit at least.
hmm. Feel super bad for not going in and looking at him. But I'll cry if I do. I cried in the car when my mum told the story. Couldn't bare to go in and look at his face. Take care little guy. We love you to death. Mehh, what am I speaking?
Even though I don't know him too well, (who does? He's a year old !) I still feel for the parents. He is my nephew after all.
Kak Hanim, stay cool, don't worry, okayys. =)) Abang Alias, don't cry.
Hopefully, the little dude would go home safely. He's gonna make it. Don't worry babes.

Oh, and have a safe trip Kak Ah ! I swear, Abang Saiful changes his hairstyle every freaking week. He should get an award for having multi coloured hair. His head should be blond or something.. I am so jealous right now.

Went to airport after visiting. T3 is super gerek, but it's super tak gerek all at the same time. No idea why I feel like that, I just do. It's just that T3 was so packed yesterday, I thought I was going to suffocate. Just no used to the over flowing of people at the airport I guess. I mean, going to Terminal 2 over the years seem like a relaxing affair. But since going to T3 yesterday, I felt like, "Okay, let's not come here again. Until next month, at least."

Creed Of My Silent Suffocation

Okay, just broke off into a lyric there. Typical, huda.
Okay, just found this super funny video of my ex primary school teachers. Shocking it is. Posting it. I should've stayed another year in Eunos Primary. They exceled, greatly. I miss all my crappers. Hell, I miss Lorentz, and a bit of Antony. Bahh. Get on with life they tell me. Still am planning on having outiings with the chics. We're never free these days.
Enjoy the video, anyways.
Watch till the end. It's surprising, really.



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