9/20/2009

shakehands, traffic jam, crazy Vin Diesel = Eid Mubarak??

EID MUBARAK for every Muslim around the world! :D

Ramadhan this year couldnt be felt :( it last so fast. but thanks God, we can feel Eid this year. may Allah bless us forever. :D .
how many shake hands did you do this morning?? LOL. me? can't be counted. but the important thing is not the shake hand. but the apologize and forgiveness from your truly heart :D (wow, i'm so wise here). yep, that's right.
talk about traffic jam.. its not as long as last year. no, no, no! that's not the problem in this year. the trouble is my dad.
well, my dad and i are rarely talking. we're not like a father and a daughter. but, this morning mom, bro, and i went to my dad's relative in Cileunyi. mom went with my bro. and me?? i went with my dad. it was a tightening 45 minutes. i don't know what was on my dad's mind. i felt like I'm staring Fast and Furious movie, of course
my dad as Vin Diesel. he drove like crazy. i know death was facing me. i was just frozen and asking help to Austin, my top peeps on twitter. my face was getting pale. i held my breath in every single tighten scene. i didn't say anything. but thanks God, we're save in Cileunyi. :D
just like me and my dad. i and dad's relatives aren't close too. my dad's relatives were busy with their own. and me?? i was rocking my twitter page by my phone. i wanna be close with 'em. but it seems like
difficult. they didn't even smile at me. that's okay, unless i have my phone :D
3pm. it was time to go home. whaaaatt??!!! no way!! i would be
facing the death again!! i wished i have straight jacket as seat belt. and here we go!
first 2 minutes :: we almost hit a motorcycle.
15 minutes later :: almost hit by bus (2cm more to hit us!)
5 minutes later :: break the traffic lamp on crossroads.
2 minutes later and so :: too many incident that cant be explained.
but thanks God I'm save here now. :D but I'm still wondering why was my father whistling calmly while he was driving like crazy??
any idea??

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