numb3rs

Here I go again.

115326500.
192208.
3203.
133.
4.
19.

Numbers.
Numbers that means nothing to anyone else.
Numbers that I watch closely. Til sweet autumn, that is.
Sigh.

Seconds. Minutes.Hours.Days.Months.Weeks.
Here I go again.

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Anyway, the whole gang came with us this morning to the airport to watch Mr K fly off to India.
His family and mine. Their presence did take away some of the galloping sadness of temporary separation, and with them I gather strength. (sangat toyer. Ye ye aku tahu. Biarlah)

(Takde la aku melalak kalau aku drive sorang2 ke airport, pastu kene adjust seat driver bila Mr K dah fly. Sangat sedih ok!)

Nai drove us, with mak accompanying and I slept on Zt's lap (impossible I know, tapi peha katak tu ada isi yang empok rupanya! heheee).

tengok stokin busuk pink --> tu kaki milik cikodok yang kurus tapi empok.
(zetty a.k.a cikodok keroro yang gengster tu pakai tudong itam)

Bila sampai rumah, I straightaway have to go to office, but the alienating emptiness Mr K left us is quite awkward walaupun sebulan je dia kat sini. Mak pun rasa gitu. Oh!

(hehe my mom loves you, darling)

Anyway, kepulangan aku ke tempat kerja bersamaan dengan hari decision yang kami dapat order in terms. Against one big con*struction company.
Alhamdullilah.
Yeahu!

Dan encik Bos tersenyum sahaja.
Nasib baik. (Setelah gue vacation 2 minggu...harap2 kerja pas ni tak membunuh!)
Hehe.

Semangat Kerja! Oooyeah!
Allahumaana :D