Syahidah called. She sounded so much more annoying on the phone than she is when you're talking to her face to face. And you think having to look at her in the eye is bad. Wait till you heaaar her.

"Lela! Are you at home now?"

Big duh. How do you explain me on the phone with you now? "Hm mm. Whyy?"

"Okie. We're coming to your house, you know?"

Of course. Why didn't see that one coming? "Oh! No! I'm going out tonight."

"When?"

Whenever it is you're coming. "Err. Soon.."

"We'll come now then. We're at your block now."

"Now? Bad timing. I've got visitors ar." I'm a baaad liar.

"Oww maan..."

"Next time ar. I'm sorryy." I'm a baad actress as well.

"How about 8?"

"I'm going out la."

"7.30? We'll come at 7.30."

"I'm going out! Which part of going out don't you understand?" You imbecile..

"For a while onlyy.. Nasrul is here now you know. Want to talk to him?"

Fuck you, Syahidah. Fuck you. "Eh. Gotta go.. Sorry ey? Bye." smashes the phone into pieces-.

Actually the thing I want to smash now is Syahidah's head. Plaanning to come my house is something. But insisssting to come over is anotherr!!

And what's with the whole Nasrul thing!? weeps-. Why is she always ruining my day.. flsajlkjgjdhgjkh dsjhgkhjd sdghghjd dfjghjksd'aoir jdgna!!!!!

What the heck. I AM going out tonight.. I hope I don't bump into them or anything. I'd just die.

Or I'll fricassee Syahidah's ass and serve it with lontong rebus along with onions and cucumbers.

Oh. Puke.