Mshines.

FUCKED UP.
FUCKED UP.
FUCKED UP.
FUCKED UP.
Guys are fucked up and make people feel fucked up.
URGHHHH.
As usual, its Zulkarnain B Majid again.

I effing feel like just slapping his face hard.
But I wont do tht.
Not cos it will be wrong of me, but cos I cant bring myself to do tht.
URGHHHH.
!#$%^&*

He told me tht he'll be home at 1030.
At 1030 sharp, he called to say tht Ah Jack doesnt let him go home.
And he even got Ah Jack to the phone to talk to me.
ARGGGGHHHHH. !!!
DAMN IT.
Its not tht I wanna make a big fuss over a small matter, its just tht I dont like Ah Jack cos I feel tht he aint a kind of guy you'll like your bf to mix with.
AND ZULKARNAIN KNOWS THT.
I seriously feel tht my blood pressure has shot up, and my blood is boiling to 289degrees celcius.
I also feel tht my food is unable to digest.

ITS SERIOUSLY A WORNG DAY FOR HIM TO MESS WITH ME.
COS IM HAVING SERIOUS PRE-PERIOD MOOD SWINGS THAT SWING FROM HERE TO MSIA.

Was just about to blog about how happy I was to go Pasar Malam just know and eat Ramly, but my mood is effing gone.!!!

Whn he reaches home, Heavy rain with thunder is highly anticipated.
While Im here feeling fuckled up, he must be having the fun of his life.