remember prima deli's 'scandal'?? so, kay, the chocolate cakes the factory produced were poisoned (yeah, whatever). happened that the workers
then again, when my mother wanted to buy a chocolate cake, the saleslady (or whoever) told her that all of them wre already ordered. whatever. ALL. all of them? i don't really buy that story, you know. anyhow, i wasn't there D: and we didn't know of the poisoned cakes until the next day!
past few days were really exciting/worrying/whateverwhatever xD
oh, and a stranger called. his voice sounds professional. on the verge of slamming the reciever when he said---
hotel manager (i suppose): is veronica around?
me: no. sorry, i think you called the wrong number.
hm: no no no, wait. let me confirm your number. is it 6*******?
me: yahh. how do you know?
hm: okay, this woman, veronica, used your number to book one of our hotel rooms and did something really, really bad. you sure you don't know anybody named veronica?
me: (almost wants to scream) yes.
then he become so luo suo and asked me how old i was. fine, i was too stupid to tell him my real age. then he said ok byebye before i could even