what the fuck. u come and complain what? i called u, i sms u. u never answer phone, u never reply msg. now say eee ur cake look abit gay.. ur cake vanilla flavour why not chocolate. fuck la. complain so much but everything dont want to do. since like when, ask u wat cake u want where u want order from. u fucking dont want to choose dont want to go and see. ask u ask our cousin where she order her cake from u also dont want. eh u birthday or my birthday? why i have to be the one who order the cake for u. why i have to be the one who have to collect the cake for u. why? and, i cant say anything. cos its gonna be ur fucking birthday.
