S.O.S.

Yesterday, in the middle of the night, Muaz sent me a text message asking me to call him back. He usually calls me and never asks me to call him, so I thought something terrible had happened, like him getting robbed because he refuses to listen to me.

Instead:

Xing: Hello? Sup? What happened? Are you okay?
Muaz: Yeah, I'm okay. I'm hungry.
Xing: Interesting. Why are you informing me?
Muaz: Because I'm hungry.
Xing: Order McDelivery-lah! Ask me to call you at 1 a.m. and then tell me you're hungry. What the hell?
Muaz: That's why you're calling. Digi is fucked up. I can't reload because they're upgrading service.
Xing: Okay, fine, may I take your order?
Muaz: I haven't decided. I'll text you.

RAWR. RAWR RAWR RAWR. I could kill him sometimes. Okay, most times. Fine, ALL THE DAMN TIME.

After about 20 minutes, he still hadn't sent me a text message. I thought he had passed out from over-working his brain cells.

Then *beep*:

"Ok. I've put a lotta serious thought into this serious matter i now hav in my hands. And i've finally come to a decision. I wil hav the folowin. 1 set large, double cheeseburger. One spicy ayam goren (alacarte). One extra fries (medium). 1 sundae strawberrx. Hehe."

For a person whose MSN Messenger online vocabulary is limited to 'hey', 'sup', 'hehe', 'oh', 'kewl', 'ure stupid' and 'nothin', he finds it necessary to send this to me. And unfortunately, the formation of real sentences that do not include the aforementioned words does not extend to serious instances.

They say birds of a feather flock together.

I really hope not.