I received a SMS on 1st Feb ‘07. The following is exactly what appeared on my small screen of lau beh (Hokkien for outdated) Motorola C350. Imagine me scrolling down the message line by line, and the little puzzled face that I had. Bear in mind that my lau beh, but faithful mobile (have to give a little credit to my dear ol’ mobile in case it goes kaput after I publish this) only shows the sender at the end.
Was with Joel
Backman til (“Who is Joel Backman?”)
6am. Personally saw
him handing over
JAM’s 4 diskettes to
d Senator in (“Senator? US kah ni?”)
exchange for a
Canadian &
Australian passport, (“This must be a spam!”)
gave an exclusive
interview, a teary
farewell to Neal &
finally headin to
Philadelphia (to (“Gilanya…”)
throw d scent off
his trail). In reality
it’s d great return
to Bologna! Well, he
is a dead man if not (“Dead man?” My heart was racing a little faster by now.)
for Neal : ) U must (I couldn’t wait anymore….I scrolled down to see who was the sender. Then, relaxed and returned to where I stopped.)
read Doomsday
Conspiracy. Sth like
tis storyline & sure
to keep u up :- )
I am sure I am not the only crackpot around!
P.S. She was referring to The Broker, by John Grisham, which I lent to her the day before.
