Monday, August 23, 2010
 

Tangan still bengkak. :(

On saturday, plan gah kononnya nak kemas umah...sambil2 kemas baru perasan all the pencuci lantai and toilet dah abis. So larik la ke Jusco. Sampai ke bawah umah , nak angkat all the stuffs from the keta (pinjam daa, Boo still tersangkut kat bengkel, buat dental surgeries), then tetiba tangan terkepak. Dia terpusing ke tempat yang aku still sakit tuh. Apa lagik, terjerit ah. Kuar gaks la air mata tahan sakit.

Masuk umah, tangan dah throbbing...sambung la gaks kemas. Just buat a few stuffs ah....all the sental menyental kena KIV. Tangan makin sakit, dah menular ke bahu dah and aku tak leh nak telan ponstan. :`(

Since dah kena sound suh pegi gaks tgk Boo, so bawak la gps, kuar carik bengkel. Pusing nyer pusing, (dah la driving ngan tangan sebelah since sebelah lagik tak leh genggam dah) jumpa la bengkel...tapi takder Boo. Owner bengkel kata kat another workshop. Wookeeeyyy. Minta alamat and masuk keta. Dah tahap nak nangis dah, tapi tahan gaks and go to the other bengkel.

Buka gps, tak jumpa Bukit Serdang. Deng. Sebelum tuh ada orang beria2 cakap lepas tol Puchong ke kiri. Aku pun ikut la....Haram aku tak jumpa! Tuh Bukit Puchong, bukan Bukit Serdang la. Aku punya pusing2, ada la signboard ke KL or ke Putrajaya. So, aku nak pegi mana nih?? Pusing2, pusing2, pusing2....terbawak keta ke lane orang, menjerit orang dalam keta tuh. That's it!! Aku berenti tepi and call the workshop. Tanya kabar aja la. Tak daya dah nak memusing, cam orang gila and aku still tak jumpa jalan ke Bukit Serdang. Nak berenti tanya orang pun tak guna since aku bukan kenal jalan.

Balek umah, buat megi, makan and tido.

Itu la adventure aku last weekend.

And tangan still sakit, at least bengkak dah surut skets and dah boleh genggam. Tho big problem kalau nak buka jars and bottles.

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