Kebab vs Roti Canai Banjir

i know being back was the best thing for me but yet somehow, i'm very not sure. happy as i am to be back in my cradle, i ask myself; I'M FUCKING BACK IN THE CRADLE?!!!! oh yeah ofcourse the cradle is always good, no complains. but i don't like being a baby anymore. i'm done with the milk and the lullabies.

you know what i miss all of a sudden, the dudes back there, my holbeck chill-out gang. back here all my kaki's have gone to work or studying far far away from Neverland. i miss my Kebabs, my 'you waaaat's'...life in UK sucked but i've came to realize it was a part of my life. as much as i hated it, it was in some freakish way, beautiful. i tried calling them yesterday, but i think my phone still has some problems with roaming or something. hope you guys don't marah marah yeeee.

you know yesterday, i injured my arm while running up the stairs. i knocked it soooo hard on the wall my elbow just swelled up so badly. i miss my 28 St. Martins View, which was built all in wood but my 14, Lorong Wangsa Siaga 4 is all solid bricks, soooo painfull *sob sob*. plus had to be my injured arm.

now, time to think of what kind of food to go for...chinese, malay, indian? maybe i'll go for a fillet burger, hehaheahehae.

time to kill the bloggie, later...