Noooooo..

Aww fcuks. The direct selling girl/ex-classmate sms-ed me and asked me if I was free. "Nope, Im having dinner now. (Not. Ok, I lied.) So whats up?"

Then she replied, "I will call you later on. Have a nice dinner."

Fcuka. Fcuka. Fcuka. *whack whack whack*

*knock head against wall*

I will tell you what happens later on.

Aiyo, headache now.

God bless me..

Im gonna have a piece of After Eight and chill out. *fans herself*