As usual, I was enjoying my sleep in the cool windy morning (okay okay, the air-con was on). Was having my regular and routine of 'sweet dreams' but exciting ones. As I tossed and turned around my bed, hugging the boulster under my fluffy blanket, dreams were getting more real and enjoyable. I just let my imagination run wild.

There she was. Staring out the window calmly as she was waiting for me. Notice the two glasses? Yeah, those are for us to enjoy the wine. No kidding~

After the wine, I approached her and got closer. Just to look at her sweet smile and a horny seductive stare projected through her eyes.

Slowly, we moved to the bed nearby. She placed herself readily as she started to tease tempt me with a jaw dropping pose.

Then... *POOF* NOOOooo.. My fetish fantasy! GONE! I heard something near my head. It's the vibration from the handphone beside my pillow. I answered the call. It was a malay fella on the line.

Fellow Malaysians, you do know how certain malays in the country speak its own language. Different states with different 'slang' of the language. So as I was listening to him, I didn't quite get what he was saying. I felt like a thousand years old mummy who have just been awaken by scorpions clinging to his ASS. In other words, I was really PISSED. After he finished his enquiries, I just said "huh?! wrong number" and hung up. I closed my eyes so that I could get back to my maid in heaven. Before I could start flying back to Dreamland, that rotten bird brain called again! This time I immediately rejected the call.

For the next few times, the process repeated until I lost my mood to even dream. He called, I reject, he called, I reject, He called... you get the picture. Alas, I couldn't stand it anymore. I switched off my cellphone. Closed my eyes again and cool myself down. Not long after that, I switched on the handphone and I got an sms from Maxis. FOUR missed calls from that number. Yeah, the latest improved service by MAXIS which notify you how many missed calls got to your phone even when it's off. But I'm not here to boast about this.

Then, an sms from that dude came. I deleted it after I read it. Still the same thing. I don't get what he was trying to tell me. The message in B.M really reflected the way he talked. LOW STANDARD B.M! But I saw the words 'mana abang' and 'cilaka' in the text message. Hey you malay fuck face, you obviously got the wrong person and I am not your brother. YOU are the one who is 'cilaka' (jerk) for ruining my dreams and obviously you don't know any english because you even called so many fuckin' times even though I said it clearly that you got the WRONG NUMBER~! Can't you understand two words of simple english??! I replied him in sms saying..."salah nombor lah, sial! puki ma sama lu.. bangsat, jangan kacau lagi!!" Actually, my reply was only until 'salah nombor' *Sigh* Even though I was very pissed but I don't know why I was being soft-hearted still. The next thing I know, no reports of the sent sms. Well, not that I care. Wait, maybe he got into an accident while trying to call me? HAHAHAHAHAHA~!

Let this be an example of those who want me to unleash my wrath. You won't be safe from me unless you use a kind of call service that enables your number to be displayed as an unknown number. Otherwise, your number will end up here.. in Cyberspace for EVERYONE to see. I can even give your number to hungry 'ah kuas', horny grandmas and bisexual bald men if my mood is very bad.

+60125940159

Don't bother apologizing. Once I'm pissed, you're DEAD!!