If you were reading this and, for some reason, was curious about what happened to this perfect friendship I had with Boy, you are in luck because I am about to divulge the gory details of our infamous FEUD.
I guess neither of us is to blame. I mean sure he said the first bad thing but it wouldn’t have been bad if I wasn’t totally crushing on him. In fact, if I hadn’t been crushing on him the whole thing would have been one huge joke. So no, he’s not to blame and I’m not to blame either. In fact that only thing that should get the blame is my friend. Actually if I want to go that abstract, the root of all the problems is actually his new cell phone. Yes, it’s all technology’s fault, but let me start at the beginning.
Boy had gotten his first cell phone. This was the age where people still used to sms each other and there was no mxit or chats. He was showing off about his cell phone while we were walking back from KFC. Friend was with us. Naturally he wanted me to have his number but I didn’t have my phone (a prehistoric Nokia 3500 at the time) so Friend had this brilliant idea that she’d sms me with his phone. Unfortunately she forgot to tell me what she put in the sms. That day I went home and got my cell phone and what do you know? I had two unknown senders. The first sms was blank so naturally I assumed that it was Boy’s number. The second said “Hello Safs”.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
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