what's good abt morning

yesterday i was filled with love. Weekend was tiring but full of satisfaction. I still remember lovey's notty eyes.. silence speaks a thousand words ain't it? however, yesterday he came home .. looking sick. Both his legs swell from his feet to his buku lali and up. He had problem walking but insisted to find dibdib the cement toy truck. I had not find time to buy anything for ibuk yet .. knowing how fussy and choosy ibuk is, i prefer to let her choose her own present. Btw ibuk is trouble with something .. so hopefully her blood won't go upstairs. Last nite was Alhamdulilah with food and cakes and dibdib playing with all his presents. But lovey had to hold me in order to walk. Do you know how sad that is? Off course its not the end of the world but i feel his pain.

this morning after taking the pain killer .. he was better. I was late to work, hungry and no breakfast. Ibuk dinch prepare anything for me... frustrated giler kejap. In the end, i brought coffee and lastnite cake to work (yeah, sweet stuff again). But i was kindda rude (maybe) cos packing in a hurry was never easy. Feeling like shit .. i ran after the bus, walked in the rain and again feeling like shit. Thank God i wasn't that late today, i saw a postcard in my bag .. it was a very nice one but it wasn't a blank card .. right now, my mood is as black as the suits that im wearing .. cuaca kat luar pun mendung. Cake remain untouched. To lovey i wish him good health.. to me, damn im so not in the mood sey!

p/s: i dinch bring my hp too

postcard


wats inside