Hello, My name is.. (65)

Dear Diary,

It’s weird how S3ood reacted to my message. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that he would respond like that, he seemed so easy going, so simple. Gone was the complicated, dark S3ood that I knew in London. This new S3ood was silly, playful and I must admit a bit lame like Juju said.

I woke up this morning to an incessant vibrating sound; with my eyes still closed I pushed my arm out from under the warm blankets trying to locate the annoying source of vibration. After several failed attempts I opened my eyes and pushed the covers off me,
“Uff.. what the hell is that sound!” I mumbled as I located the phone under one of my several pillows, I grabbed the phone to find it still vibrating in my hand,
“Akeed Juju ilmoz3eja” I thought to myself, only surprisingly it wasn’t,

S3ood:
PING!!!
PING!!!
PING!!!
PING!!!
PING!!!
PING!!!

What the hell was that?

Noor:
Na3am?
S3ood:
Is that how you answer your friends?
Noor:
My friends mub moz3ejeen
S3ood:
Hahah qa9dech iny ana moz3ej? Aw qa9dech iny not ur friend?
Noor:
Moz3ej.
And if you continue being moz3ej then you’ve lost my friendship :P
S3ood:
Ahh.. you’re friendship is that fragile?
Noor:
No.. but my sleep is that precious :P
S3ood:
Hahahah sorry sleeping beauty
Noor:
So 5air? Shtaby?
S3ood:
Nothing I was bored
Noor:
You woke me up because you’re bored!?
S3ood:
That’s what friends are for
Noor:
Can I ask you a question?
S3ood:
Sure friend :)
Noor:
Don’t you have any other friends you can bother at 10 am in the morning?
S3ood:
Hahah well it’s 11 am here..
Noor:
That’s not my problem!!
S3ood:
And I do have other friends, but I wanted to talk to you..

Hmm.. What is all this supposed to mean? I quickly dialled Juju’s number,
“Juuuuj”
“Shtabeeen shtabeeeen sandarteeeeny! Ams o ilyoum!! Min msal6ech 3alay?!”
“Juju!! You’re my friend! You have to wake up and listen to me moan”
“Noor can you moan in like 3 hours?”
“No I need to moan now”
“Uff.. ok go on I’m listening”
So I filled her in on what happened so far, and waited anxiously for her valuable thoughts,
“Ya7laila.. moshkela ilsheyab lain they act like teenagers”
“Juju!”
“What you called me to keep saying my name?”
“La bs ga3da tet6anezain”
“Ya3ny what do you expect me to say? He’s being a typical guy, when you were available and showed him you loved him he acted all disturbed and brooding, now that you said you wanted to be friends he’s acting like a love sick teenager!”

Interesting..

Until next time..