the phone call.

the phone rang. i picked it up. what transpired will blow your minds away.

Me: Hello?

Him: Zafran. (he obviously wanted to talk to my 12 year old brother)

Me: Who is this?

Him: Zafran, Zafran.

Me: Who is this?

Him: Who are you?

Me: Who is this?

Him: His friend from SCIPS (primary school)

Me: (duh) What's your name?

Him: Gangster boy. You ask him, he know already. (mmg sesuai)

Me: What's your name?

Him: Who are you?

Me: I'm Good boy. You ask him, he know already. (take that bitch!)

Him: Ohhh... which brother are you.

Me: Good boy.

Him: #~!!@%~!%@%!~%@#%~!# (chinese cursing crap)

Me: Si! Si! (wtf??...i have to stop going to Spain.)

Him: Wah, i ask you to go die you say Si Si.

*click* (he hung up)

wtf is wrong with children these days.

Zafran will not have friends like these. i'll make sure of it.